7
“Um… Are you sure this place is safe?” Rachel sounded skeptical as she looked up at what remained of the house.
Jonah bumped her shoulder with his. “Can you get tetanus if you step on a nail in there? Probably. Is it going to fall down on your head while we’re inside? No.”
The arch of her brow said she didn’t quite believe him.
He couldn’t blame her. Paint had peeled from most of the wooden siding. The roofline of the front porch sagged like a swaybacked horse, and Virginia creeper and vines of poison everything had swallowed one end. Multiple floorboards had rotted beneath, leaving gaps big enough to break a leg. He knew from his prior trips out that much of the interior was only a little better.
His mom’s expression was regretful as she looked up at the place. “It was my grandmama
