as she finally looked at me—really looked at me.
I stepped back to let her see the living room, where a collection of high-quality medical supplies and a new lease agreement sat on the table.
“How do you know my name?” she whispered, stepping tentatively into the foyer.
She looked around the room, her hand pressing against her heart as she noticed a framed photograph on the mantel. It was an old, grainy picture of a teenage boy and a beautiful girl in a prom dress.
“You told me once
