Epilogue - Dani
Molly parked her bright green Jeep on an empty side street a few blocks from our destination, and we zipped up our coats in preparation to walk the rest of the distance to the building. I was certain we could have found a much closer parking spot, but didn’t mind the extra walking.
As we made our approach, I realized the ‘For Rent’ sign was barely visible through the dust-coated front window.
“Don’t judge it until you’ve seen inside.” Molly warned me as we climbed the stained, cracked concrete stairs to the entryway.
The prim real estate agent coughed into her black trench coat sleeve after opening the glass door for us. She tentatively peeked inside the chilly space and turned up her pert nose before saying, “I’ll be out here if you need anything.”
As soon as the door
