I didn’t dare to breathe. My eyes were locked in the square of electric light, spilling from the only uncovered window in front of me. Inside the room, a man sat at a wooden table and read some papers. He wore a simple plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows to reveal strong tanned hands. The stranger seemed proud, but deep in thought, while he ran through the documents.
Hidden in my father’s SUV, which I parked high up the alley from his home, I barely managed to make the man’s frame. I saw broad shoulders and hair longer than the way Mark used to have his.
I didn’t find the strength in me to get out of the car and knock on his door. It took me almost an hour to reach the lonely house at the end of the nearby town and the wide property which surrounded it. A large fence ci
