Chapter Eighteen
Return to Seemly Valley
I’d been away for seven months, twenty-one days, and five hours. Not a particularly long time as military tours of duty go, or road-warrior consulting gigs, or even prison sentences. But in newlywed years, it seemed a lifetime, especially since Felicia and I had deliberately kept our communication to a minimum and even then limited our messages to weird, cryptic notes passed in cyberspace.
By the look of it as Hector’s car turned onto our block, the old neighborhood hadn’t changed much. Except I couldn’t find our house. He wanted me to point it out because he and Audrey had only visited that one time we had the cookout. He looked at me oddly when I couldn’t just point, and I recited the address as if he should be able to figure it out. As he slow
