When he left, the magic of Candlewick Commons began to dissipate. And after Dad had died, it had just been a shell of a place. Nothing of the home it had once been. But here, standing before her, was all of the warmth and life of those lost years, in human form. Here . . . was home. Come knocking on her front door, when she’d thought it lost forever. “I’m glad you came back.”
