Nathan
Standing in front of Eleanor’s childhood home like I did last night felt more personal than I had expected. I didn't feel this way last night though, but I chalked it up to being tired.
I hadn’t grown up in a place like this that feels like a small town. I wasn’t used to knowing the names of neighbors or seeing the same houses year after year with the same garden gnomes still watching over the flowerbeds. But here… here it was like time moved differently.
Kyle stood beside me, rocking slightly on his heels, arms crossed as if he were the one trying to keep calm. We had just had breakfast back at Grandma Franny’s… well, more like a feast she insisted was “light”… but somehow my nerves felt hungrier than my stomach.
We hadn’t come over to Eleanor’s house yesterday after dropping
