“Alright, son. Lola’s been lonely. I’ll head out to the workshop to get started.”

“Do you want some help, Dad?”

Tim’s concern was obvious.

“Not at all. I’ll be fine. Besides, it’s been so long since I’ve been out there—I’ll have to spend some time locating everything. It’s a beautiful day—why don’t you go out for a stroll in the woods? That’s something you used to like doing, no?”

Tim thought of his numerous forays into the forestland. As the fishing trips with his father grew less frequent, he found himself exploring the woods more and more. They seemed filled with magic, transporting him away from the reality of the things going on at home and off to a place of peace and quietude.

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