Chapter 12Cindy’s letter went on:
When I opened the door of my house, I breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, I was home. It had only been a few days since I had driven the three of them to Raleigh, but it seemed like ages since I had left. Mark had phoned me from Chattanooga, saying there had been a change of plans and that they were now going to take the Greyhound to Detroit. That news brought relief to my sister and me. We had driven to the Greyhound parking lot, picked up the van and each returned home – me to Atlanta and Sue to Raleigh. However, what was waiting for me beyond my front door was more than unexpected.
“Oh my, Dear Lord, what happened here?” I said at the sight of my living room being turned upside down. The bookshelf had been emptied onto the floor, some of my old book
