Chapter 1112 In Her Eyes:>8
- The house seemed cold. It was completely quiet again for perhaps only the third or fourth time since we had moved in. I loved this house. It was the only home I had ever really known. But it was almost eerie walking in the door. Almost the same as the day I knew my parents were dead, only worse.
- The main floor looked like it hadn't been used in days. It was dark and felt empty. I almost missed her as was starting up the stairs. Susan was sitting quietly on the coach staring at our family portrait that was hanging above the fireplace. The picture was taken two years earlier, and if I can brag for just a minute: we looked good. My son took after me, and the twins looked just like their mother. It was such a fun day. Taking pictures in the park.
- "Hello, Susan."