Inside the house, the air was cool and still. Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting patterns on the wooden floor.
Martha wandered through the rooms, touching the walls as if to make peace with this new space. Harrison busied himself with the stove, checking that it was in working order.
Rebecca explored the corners and alcoves, imagining the stories that these walls might one day hold.
For the first time in a long while, hope began to outweigh their fear.
