Chapter 22
It was strange to step outside of a house that had just been wrecked by a tornado and realize that outside, it was still February.
Foster and another officer who had been waiting by the car took Mandy away as soon as they were done reading her her Miranda rights. I wasn't sorry to see her go.
But I was sorry to see the remains of my grandmother's cabin. From the inside, it had seemed like we would just need to spend a day or two cleaning up and replacing all the windows. But from the outside it was clear from the way it was listing heavily to one side, the roof sagging so low it was nearly ready to split in two, that repairs were out of the question. It would have to be demolished.
"Mormor?" I said. She, too, was looking at the remains of her home with deep sadness.
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