Out of nowhere, flashes of Rebecca in this very house popped into Zachary's mind.

He could see her smiling as she ran to the front door, asking him, "Tired today?"

Or standing in the kitchen doorway, apron tied around her waist, her voice soft and tender, "Zach, do you want something sweet or savory?"

And then there was the memory of their worst fight.

She had stood right in front of him, her voice trembling with anger as she demanded, "What does Danielle Rogers have ...