I had no idea that years later those same walls would terrify my son.

I wished I could undo that history by tearing the whole thing down.

But Finn had asked to turn it into a workshop for plant pots instead.

“Are you sure?” I asked when he first brought it up.

He nodded.

“I don’t want it to be the bad place forever.”

We didn’t rush.

We took off the old door and put in a lightweight one that couldn’t be locked from the outside.