It was a one–hour flight between the two cities and took her a long thirty–minute‘ drive that seemed like an eternity to get to her hotel. She checked in and had a bath. Resting on the bed, she could not find sleep, so she scrolled through her phone for the number of the agent that was trying to sell her childhood home.

She recalled that home. She and her mother were poor, but it was not always so. When she was a child, her father was still there. She lives in that house. When ...