Random timbers and a brick chimney stood like ancient bones within the husk of the house. Dark burn marks discolored the once-white walls. Toward the road, a children's wooden swing set with the seat still attached creaked in the wind as it swung.
Rex left his car running, got out, and walked to the swing set. Once his butt hit the seat, he realized he knew this place from when he was a child. There had been a garden to the right of the house. He remembered crunching on carrots with a red-haired woman.
His mom? Goosebumps sprang up on his arms and back. He felt as if all the heat was being sucked from his body.
He stopped the swing and tried to remember, but all he could see was the largest snowman's face. The snowman had turned and looked at him. It took him a moment to realize all the
