Ash climbed the front steps to her childhood home, noting the way the rain gutter had separated from the roof. It dipped in a strange way, and she made a mental note to call Leo about it. He could come fix it, or he’d at least know who to call to come fix it.
She knocked and eased open the door. “Mom?” The interior of the house was still pretty dark, though the glorious Hawaiian sun had started to rise and paint the island in gold morning light.
The scent of burnt coffee met her nose, but she couldn’t decide if it was from this morning or yesterday. “Mom?” she called again.
A noise thunked from the back of the house, and Ash thought for a moment she should take something with her. Maybe an animal had gotten in the house or something. She liked dogs and cats just fine, but anything more
