Joanna Holloway — The House They Tried to Take
The house smelled of wood and rain instead of mildew.
For the first time since I was fourteen, I could imagine staying in one place without feeling trapped.
PART 18
The first Homefront repair weekend began on a Saturday in September.
Helen had found enough volunteers to handle minor repairs at two houses, and the nonprofit’s newly formed board had established stricter controls: separate approval of spending, regular reconciliations, public reports to donors, and written agreements with every contractor.
I joined as a volunteer coordinator, not as a commander.