My Family Toasted

than the hall. Metal shelves lined three walls. Banker boxes sat in uneven stacks. Filing cabinets with peeling labels ran along the back.

The place looked forgotten.

But not abandoned.

Someone had been there recently.

Dust disturbed. Box outlines on shelves. A dolly mark on the floor.

Miles began photographing.

Rebecca dictated notes.

I stood in the doorway,continue reading …