Where else could I find memories of my parents?

"Elaine," a voice called out to me. It was Jane, the woman who lived across the building.

I knew she must have come because of the demolition notice.

"Elaine, it's such a pity this place is going to be demolished," she said, her tone uncharacteristically emotional.

I didn't respond, my face full of unspoken sadness. Jane continued, "I just spent money fixing up my place, and it hasn't ...