Kandace

Dax parks his car in the garage and leads me through the breezeway and up the steps to the door leading into the house. It’s the same door I came through the other night. This time, I look around. The countertops, appliances, and light fixtures are new. All the cabinets have been painted white, making the kitchen seem larger than it did before.

“Wow, your parents have done a lot.”

“According to Mom, one thing led to ...