auctioneer handed over the paperwork. “You planning to renovate and flip it, miss?”

I wiped my eyes. “No. I’m bringing my home back.”

That evening, I called Asher from the front porch before stepping inside.

“You actually bought it?” he asked.

“I actually bought it.”

A pause.

“Does it still look the same, Astrid?”

I looked at the cracked front steps, the continue reading …