Explaining the Situation
I settled onto the couch, words spilling out as I recounted the morning’s startling discovery. With each sentence, I saw Jake’s expression shift—from disbelief to a softer understanding, perhaps. “I can see why you’re here,” he finally said, nodding thoughtfully. Lisa leaned in, offering our own theories, and a flicker of recognition sparked in Jake’s eyes. Maybe, just maybe, he could help piece together the fractured puzzle.
Explaining The Situation
Showing the Skates
I reached into my bag and carefully pulled out the skates. Jake’s eyes widened as he looked at them. “Those… those were hers,” he whispered, memories flickering to life in his gaze. His expression mixed surprise and nostalgia, as if he were suddenly walking alongside younger versions of all of us. I handed him the skates gently, feeling their weight—not just in my hands, but in the layers of history they stirred deep within him.
Showing The Skates
