Chapter Forty-Five
Lucy and Sam had stepped into the house and then approached the living room. They stopped just inside the doors, taking the scene in.
“We were the last ones in here,” Sam pointed out.
“Yeah.”
They moved into the living room and Sam strolled to the far end of the couch and sat down. It was where he’d always sat when watching TV. The decades of dust in the cushions took to the air, causing him to cough and jump to his feet. “It sure isn’t the same.”
Lucy snapped a few pictures. If her parents were alive, she’d show these to them.
Sam moved to the kitchen counter. “This is where we stood when Mom and Dad called us about the Anvil alert.”
“I was cooking chicken here for dinner when they called,” Lucy said quietly. She glanced around the kitchen. Her attention caught o
