it.”
His father looked around, visibly disoriented. “There was a two-story house here. I remember the porch. The roof line. The way the morning light hit the east side.”
Across the street, Mrs. Hernandez was watering her roses. She looked up and waved politely.
“Oh, you are back.”
Richard hurried over, his legs suddenly unsteady. “What happened to my house?continue reading …
