Julia

Stepping into the kitchen from the breezeway a few steps behind Van, I was filled with mixed emotions—relief while simultaneously, unsettling apprehension. It was as if the two were at odds within me.

Pausing within the doorway, we both looked around. Nothing was out of place. No one would enter this house and know what had happened a little over a week ago. No one would imagine that this home had been a crime scene. Even the ...