But he is not his father.
And if Marcus is still alive, do not underestimate him.
There is something hidden beneath the floorboards in Grandma’s old house.
You’ll know the room.
I love you.
Ryan.
I sank into a chair.
Christopher remained silent.
Grandma’s old house had been abandoned for years.
We drove back to Chicago the next morning.
By sunset, we stood inside the decaying house where Ryan and I had grown up.
Dust covered everything.
The roof leaked.
Wallpaper peeled from the walls.
“You’ll know the room,” I whispered.
Then I knew.
Our childhood bedroom.
Ryan and I had shared it until he was sixteen.
I went to the corner near the radiator.
When we were children, Ryan had hidden comic books beneath a loose floorboard there.
