Nervous walk up

The small house sat quietly behind blossoming trees. Luke parked by the curb while his father stepped out slowly, as if the air itself felt heavier. He walked up the path toward the door, raising a trembling hand to knock. But before he could, it opened. A frail woman with streaks of gray in her hair stood there, her eyes wide, her lips parting in disbelief. She froze, whispering one word.
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