Our house already felt empty. At first, I moved about it with unseeing eyes. At some point in the early evening, I noticed it was snowing hard outside. I was drawn to the long windows to peer at the strange April storm blowing beyond.
I don’t know how long I stood there, but finally, growing cold with the draft, I turned away. Before me spread the rustic beauty of the log home we’d traded for when we’d sold our last bar in Chicago and taken on the Willie’s project.
Most of the black and glass furniture Lisa had loved so much for the townhouse we’d had in Chi Town was in a storage unit back there now. It just wasn’t a fit for this place and we hadn’t wanted to transport it all the out here anyway. Still, as I looked about, I saw so many books and photos and objects we’d bought together as
