Janet grinned. “This will finally feel like a proper house. Not some dusty museum.”
They clinked coffee mugs in celebration, not realizing they were toasting their own downfall.
For the next two days, they boxed up my father’s things. Clothes, books, framed photos — all of it carefully stacked in the garage. They giggled like kids and even pulled out a measuring tape to size up the rooms.Continue reading…
