Dad Brought the Basket Again

I had spent twenty-seven days in Salt Lake City thinking about the moment I would finally walk through my front door. In my imagination, Kyle would hear my suitcase rolling across the tile, look up from whatever he was doing, and stare at me in disbelief. Then he would smile. Maybe he would laugh. Maybe he would wrap his arms around me and...

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Published November 2, 2026 · Updated November 2, 2026