Dillion paused. “Feel what?”
“That’s not a wall,” Dillion said. “That’s the heart of the house. You take it out, the whole place forgets how to laugh.” dillion harper open house
Dillion looked around. The bay window. The crooked stairwell. The stain on the ceiling that looked vaguely like a seahorse. She had grown up in this house. She had learned to ride a bike on the sidewalk out front. She had hidden in the basement closet during a tornado, her dad’s arm wrapped around her, telling her stories until the wind stopped. Dillion paused
Mrs. Vancamp nodded slowly. “Then maybe you shouldn’t make it wait any longer.” You take it out, the whole place forgets how to laugh
Then she went inside, opened all the windows, and let the house breathe.
She leaned it against the porch.