Julia
Van held tightly to my hand as we sat in the back seat, and Michael slowly progressed, moving us forward in a line of cars waiting to enter the rounded brick driveway leading to my parents' home. Nestled in Lincoln Park, our family home was one of the neighborhood's treasures. That was a direct quote from my mother.
The limestone residence was purchased by my grandparents, Herman and Juliette Wade. This New Year's Eve event was an annual tradition. Of course, this year, it was supposed to take place downtown, following my wedding.
I pushed those thoughts away. As my gaze went to the white lights twinkling in the trees and glistening in the cold air, I had a thought. Speaking softly, I whispered, “My parents inherited this house from my grandfather Herman."
“It's not Buckingham
