Chapter 7: Family Advice
Chapter 7
Family Advice
I parked the car and walked half a block down the brick sidewalk under the protective arms of old oaks and sycamores. The trees had been big even when I was a little girl. I used to hang out with the boys, playing stick ball while the girls played hopscotch and jumped rope. Never did like hopscotch.
Dominic’s house was in the middle of the block. I walked past it, stepped over a piece of sidewalk that an old oak’s roots had pushed up, and climbed the few steps leading to a house near the end of the block. My stomach tightened. It was the same house it had always been, three stories of brick sandwiched between others like it. Only the curtains had changed since I’d been here last, or for that matter since I was twelve—the year my mother h
