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𝗔𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗟 𝟬𝟵, 𝟮𝟬𝟬𝟲 𝖭𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺'𝗌 𝖯𝖮𝖵
𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐒, leaving us with a lingering sense of uncertainty regarding the whereabouts of John and Isaac. Before venturing forth from Kansas, Dean insisted on diverting our path to the town that had sheltered my early childhood, a place frozen in a single photograph that now resided in my possession. As we approached the house that had only existed in that captured memory, a wave of nostalgia engulfed me, flooding my senses with warmth. The house stood steadfast, mirroring its frozen image, now inhabited by a new family radiating contentment.
Gazing upon the familiar exterior invoked a sense of comfort, yet I felt no overwhelming urge to seek permission for entry. After all, I was but an infant when Isaac departed, and the remnants of that time remained elusive in my memory. Sam suggested that it might be prudent to retrieve any belongings Isaac may have left behind, but deep down, I knew that the essence of what I needed resided solely within that cherished photograph. It encapsulated a fleeting moment of genuine happiness, a snapshot of a time when everyone involved experienced sheer joy.
