Chapter 72

Ginger sighs. “Don’t you hate when that happens? My daddy was always stealing my guys.”

Across the room, Theresa laughs. Then she pats the floor beside her and says, “Sit with me, Mike.”

To be honest, going through old clothes isn’t what I had in mind when I came up here. I was thinking more of a continuation of what Dan and I started this morning, and I don’t like that he’s not here with me. I should’ve went with them—how hard can it be to change a lock? “What are we doing this for anyway?” I want to know.

“Because Penny can’t,” Theresa tells me. She shoves more clothes into the bag as she talks—it’s already swollen like a full sponge and I’m almost sure I see the plastic stretch thin in places. “This is old stuff. I’m talking ancient—most of the clothing I’ve found so far belonged to Aunt Evie’s parents, if you’ll believe it. I don’t think anyone ever got rid of anything in this house.”