“Can we keep some of Grandma’s comics?”
“Absolutely.”
“Mom, are we keeping the house?”
I’ll sell the rarest comic through an auction house once everything is cleared. Then I’ll fix the roof, the kitchen, and the porch.
Declan has apologized several times. Maybe he means it.
But I keep wondering whether he’d have apologized if that chest had been empty.
I haven’t decided if I can forgive him. The money doesn’t change how he treated me.
I haven’t decided if I can forgive him.
And the house was worth saving long before we found a single comic book.
