Chapter 1
“Good morning, son. What are you doing outside on a dreadful morning like this?”
Grampa’s voice is loud and can probably be heard two counties over. I chuckle. Leave it to him to find someone he can speak to at—I glance at my watch—eight-fifteen on a Saturday morning when it’s raining cats and dogs outside. Frozen cats and dogs.
I cut out more stars from the red flannel fabric printed with tiny white flowers I found at a garage sale. I already have a huge pile of them but need more so I can make plenty of ornaments to sell at tomorrow’s first Christmas market for the season.
“I’m sorry, but the Freemans moved out a couple months ago,” Grampa continues. Apparently, the person had answered Grampa and intends to visit the old neighbors. “Nah, I don’t know. They didn’t care much
