Chapter 42

But when Evie’s house comes into view, all my fear and trepidation dissolves. Home,I think, surprising myself. The word comes unbidden to my mind and lingers long after I try to shake it away. “That’s it,” I whisper, awed, and Dan nods, his hand finding mine. The house looks smaller than I remember it, but there are people on the porch, cars in the yard, a bustle of activity that belies the nature of our gathering here. Anyone driving by couldn’t possibly know the sadness that clings to each of us at Evie’s passing—we’re too happy to be together again, too many children racing around, too many adults chattering like long lost friends.

My dad pulls his car onto the shoulder of the road, where the grass has been scattered with gravel in a makeshift driveway, and Dan pulls to a stop behind him. The house looms above us and I can’t shake the feeling of open arms, welcoming us.

Home. 13: A Room of Our Own