Chapter 1Particles of dust danced in the light that filtered through the windows of the den. Jesse Velasco coughed and went to open one. His tia kept a clean house, but books tended to collect dust, and her house was wall to wall shelves of them.
Breathing in the cool spring air, he turned back to face the den with clear lungs. Two of the four bookshelves had been emptied, with their contents sorted into boxes labeled either keep, donate, trash, or sell. The boxes took up much of the floor space; Jesse would have to clear some room before the other two shelves were tackled. He frowned, pulling his phone out of his pocket. Eleven in the morning. Too early for lunch, but Jesse wasn’t ready to start lugging all those boxes through the narrow doorway to the garage. A break was required.
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