Chapter SixteenVicky lived in Chelsea, in a nice brownstone she'd inherited when her aunt decided to pack and go live in the south of France. The three-bedroom apartment had been passed down to her aunt when her grandparents had died. When she was seven, Vicky's parents died in a car crash. Her aunt, her appointed guardian then, had rented the brownstone and come to Sacramento to raise Vicky in a familiar environment. As an adult looking back, I wondered if taking Vicky away and giving her a new start away from all the memories would've been less painful.
I rang the doorbell and turned to watch the foot traffic as I waited. A teenage boy in roller skates and earplugs gave me a nod as he whizzed by. Or maybe he was bobbing his head to whatever he was listening to. Across the street two kid
