Chapter 6 - Rebuilding from the Ashes
On the sixtieth day, the duplex was empty.
I arrived at 9:00 AM with a clipboard, a camera, and a heavy-duty set of cleaning supplies. To my surprise, the interior wasn't destroyed. Rachel had left trash in the corners and the carpets were stained, but there were no holes in the drywall, no shattered windows. Deep down, she had known I wasn't bluffing about the lawsuit.
The keys were left on the kitchen counter next to a sticky note that simply read: “Hope you’re happy.”
I breathed a long, deep sigh of relief. The air in the duplex felt lighter already, stripped of the years of resentment and unspoken tension that had accumulated within its walls.
Over the next month, I spent my weekends renovating the property. I hired a local crew to replace the stained carpets with beautiful, durable laminate flooring. I repainted the walls a bright, clean off-white that caught the morning sun. I fixed the plumbing issues Rachel had complained about, doing the work properly instead of applying temporary patches.
One Saturday afternoon, Ellie helped me paint the lower baseboards in what would soon be a freshly rented unit. She wore a pair of oversized overalls, a smudge of white paint on her nose, singing a song she had made up about a brave fox.
"Daddy, is a new family going to live here?" she asked, carefully dragging her brush along the wood.
"Yes, sweetie," I said, watching her work. "A nice family. And the money they pay for rent will go into a special bank account. Do you know what that account is for?"
She shook her head, her eyes wide.
"It's for your college fund," I told her. "So when you grow up and want to study to be a writer, or a scientist, or whatever you want, you won't have to worry about how to pay for it."
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Ellie beamed, her smile radiant enough to light up the entire room. "I'm going to write books about foxes," she declared confidently.
"I can't wait to read them," I said, pulling her into a warm, paint-splattered hug.
