Erin's home was a two-story brick house about thirty minutes away from mine. She'd erected the structure with her hard-earned money, and the only reason why she relocated to this part of the city was that she wanted to be close to her aunt, who was now advanced in age and needed help every once in a while.
I got out of the car, climbed the five porch steps, and gently pressed the doorbell. The door pulled open almost immediately to reveal a beaming Erin, with Damien perched on her hips. He was dressed in plain, white silk clothes and he was clutching a race car toy that I'd gifted him on his first birthday. He clapped enthusiastically, giving me a huge gummy smile that reminded me a lot about Abigail. The last time I came around, he only had two teeth, but now I could sight a fifth workin
