"Wow," Lizzie gasped when they turned the corner and she saw the c*****e left behind on the lot where her childhood home once stood proudly. "I... it's just.... wow."
Donny nodded in commiseration.
"I knew it had blown up, and that probably nothing was left, but to see it in person..." Lizzie managed to tell him, then swallowed hard.
He squeezed her hand before they got out of the car, ducked underneath the barrier tape, and walked slowly up the narrow strip of concrete toward where the front porch should have been.
"They cleared the scene, right? It's okay for us to be here?" Lizzie asked as she glanced at him.
He nodded again and motioned her forward.
She moved slowly, taking it all in. To the left of her front door, the kitchen windows - the entire street-facing kitchen wall, for
