For Years I Resented the Homeless Boy My Mother Fed. After Her Funeral, He Revealed the Secret She Had Kept From Me.

PART 11

The next Monday the realtor called to ask whether I still intended to sell the house.

Before Gabriel came back, I had planned to empty the rooms, sign the papers and return to Pine Ridge before the end of the month.

Now each corner seemed to hold something unfinished.

“Take your time,” the realtor said.

“But we do need a decision eventually.”