I left Gram in the kitchen, exiting into the driveway. I still missed seeing Mom's classic blue Mustang, her baby gone with her to Harvard. And I really needed to replace my own car Minnie, the electric blue Cooper a wreck thanks to explosives placed by the Dumont brothers.

Did I have proof they blew up my car? Technically, no.

Did I need it?

Snort.

Funny how the past flowed around me as I stood there, images of my old high-school boyfriend Brad and his ...