Paul and Lily were sitting on the steps, sharing a bag of red licorice.

When they saw our car, they all stood up at once.

Lily ran down the gravel driveway and threw her arms around my waist.

“Emily!” she cried, burying her face in my wool coat.

I held her tight, breathing in the scent of strawberry shampoo and fresh wind.

Johnny and Paul walked down more slowly, but their faces were bright with relief.

“Is it really done?” Johnny asked, looking at Nathan.

Nathan smiled and shook Johnny’s hand, then pulled him into a brief hug.

“It is done,” Nathan said. “The house in Greenwich is yours now, if you want it.”

“Or any house you want, anywhere,” I added, looking at my brothers.

Paul looked at the ground, a tear escaping his eye before he quickly wiped it away.

“We don’t have to move anymore?” Paul asked.

“Never again,” I said.

We spent the afternoon packing their few belongings into the back of our SUV.

There were no heavy boxes of old memories, just clothes and a few books we had managed to save over the years.