Rett
Sitting straighter in the back seat, I realized where we were, not simply east of Baton Rouge but the exact location. Time had made its mark. Nothing was exactly the same as it had been, but that didn't change the fact we were here. I was here again. “This isn't the f*****g warehouse," I said as the lightening sky brought the buildings into view.
“Yes, it is," Leon answered. “I told you, it don't feel right."
“I had the damn place leveled."
“Building's different. Place is the same."
“Fuck." I should have bought the land and made sure it wasn't rebuilt.
The realization of where we were was as if a dam had broken. Memories I had kept at bay gushed into my thoughts.
Over seven years ago, I'd accompanied my father to this same location. Being outside of New Orleans city limits w
