My Parents Returned With a Moving Truck After Grandpa’s Funeral, But He Had Left One Final Instruction
The room belonged to the house, and the house belonged to a future I was allowed to choose.
PART 13: The Question I Asked Chloe
Chloe called again in May.
We had spoken only twice since the hearing, both times briefly.
“Can we meet?” she asked.
I hesitated. “Where?”
“Coffee shop in town.
Not the house.