Lucas frowned. “If it’s yours… why didn’t you take care of it?”

Aaron hissed at him, but Edward raised a hand.

“That’s a fair question,” he said quietly. “I stayed away because it was easier than facing what I lost.”

Nia stepped forward and held out a pink rose. “Then you should have one.”

Edward accepted it with trembling fingers.

“How have you survived?” he asked.

“There’s a working well,” Aaron explained. “We grow food. I take small jobs in town.”

“I can read big books now,” Nia added proudly. “Aaron teaches us.”

Edward swallowed hard.

“I came today to finalize the demolition,” he admitted.

The children stiffened.

“No,” he said quickly. “You won’t leave.”

They stared at him.

“I abandoned this place chasing success,” Edward continued. “But you reminded me what I forgot. Home isn’t walls. It’s care.”

He pulled out his phone. “I’m canceling the demolition. I’m restoring this house.”

Aaron’s voice shook. “We can stay?”

“I’m asking if you’ll help me bring it back to life,” Edward said. “And if you’ll let me be part of yours.”

Tears welled in Aaron’s eyes.

Nia ran forward and hugged Edward tightly. He froze—then wrapped his arms around her, sobbing openly.