CHAPTER 33

One month. Four weeks. Thirty days. A total of seven hundred and twenty hours . . . Without Leroy. I clutch the moving box close to my chest, unable to take the first step inside. Dad purchased a brand new house, a small yet spacious two bedroom. Our previous one completely burned down to the ground but even if it didn't, I don't think I'd be able to step foot inside it again. Knowing the walls held the death of Leroy would haunt me forever. I barely have any belongings. The box I'm holding...