"Well. We're here," he said. "Come on, boys. Wake up."
"They can sleep a little longer, can't they?" I said, putting my hand on his forearm.
He pulled his softly furred arm away and sighed.
"I guess. going to have to wake up to this sometime, though," he gestured at the rundown house...
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The house pressed dark and sharp against the blue sky of the morning as the gravel crunched under the tires of our old Ford Taurus. My husband, Chris, gripped the wheel and looked over at me, his hazel eyes flat and cold. Eyes...