Tell your mother that I loved building all of these chairs, but I loved being her father the most. This is my final piece. Keep it safe, just like she kept you safe.” I plugged in the woodburning pen.

I sat on my stool, waiting for the metal tip to glow orange in the dim light.

I took a deep breath, steadied my trembling hand with my other hand, and prepared to leave my final secret behind.

End of story — Part 4 of 4
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