I Bought My Childhood Home at Auction

kiddo. Buying back the old place. Your dad would’ve been proud.”

I smiled politely at him.

Aunt Marlene and two cousins arrived after him. Asher stood beside the sink with crossed arms.

Uncle Tom ran his hand along the cabinets. “Your dad made mistakes, Astrid, but he loved this house.”

“Did he?” I asked.

“Of course.”

Then he raised his plastic cup. “To continue reading …