Marilyn

With my hand in Ricky’s, we make it down the back stairs. The newly renovated kitchen is beautiful, but devoid of people. Together, we walk through the first floor, the dining room and the living room. At each turn, I expect to see our friends. We find nothing but silence. Finally, we make it to the front office. For most of my life, it belonged to Devan’s dad, Jack. Now, I suppose it is Justin’s.

The door is closed.

Ricky ...