It was a very typical “I’m the neighborhood” work day and I dropped in. “Just come on in,” he texted. The door was open. I did. There was no one; the house was silent. Even the four-legged doorbell was missing. A gorgeous day called for outside exploration. This was a different house. It was my uncle’s in Pico Rivera; the house we lived in for a year while they made regrettable life changes in Las Vegas. It had a front […]

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