“You will get there,” I said.
His gaze shifted toward my dining room and then toward the staircase.
I noticed.
I stayed quiet.
My house was nothing extraordinary.
Three bedrooms.
Faded, chipped blue siding.A porch Daniel had rebuilt twice because the first version leaned.
But as families were priced out of Bellford and began relocating to our town, property values continued climbing.
Developers started sending purchase offers to longtime homeowners.
I tossed mine in the trash.
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