Rainbow Garden. Teodoro walked down the street where Josias once lived with steady pace as he approached the old house.
He wore dark sunglasses, not because he expected to be recognized (he had never set foot here before) but to mask his eyes. To the neighbors, he wanted to look like an official, perhaps a real estate agent or a bank representative sent to finally “resolve” the problem of the Rocha house.
And it was a problem. Since the tragedy, the house had been a decaying monument to a broken family. The police had sealed it, knowing Tony Rocha had a son and expecting his return. But as the months bled into each other, the neighborhood began to worry.
The yard was now a jungle of waist-high weeds, a haven for insects and rodents. Dust, mold, and thick cobwebs had undoubtedly claimed
