You Are Home

You Are Home Gravel crunched under the tires. The sound of home on Cape Cod. Amy came to a stop at the back of the house and cut the engine. She looked out of the bug-spattered windshield at the neglected house looming before her. Weeds poked through the drive. She glimpsed more weeds from the…

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Troy

Troy ‘I’ll get it, Mom,’ Dex called out as he loped down the stairs. ‘If it’s Grandpa send him out to the backyard to keep an eye on the barbecue,’ his mother called back from the kitchen. ‘I said I’d do the barbecue.’ ‘I don’t want you doing anything on your last day here.’ Dex…