But something inside her told her not to leave.
So she stepped through the doorway.
Caleb Was Everywhere Inside the House
The small home smelled faintly of coffee, old books, and medicine.
There was a worn sofa, a kitchen table, several boxes stacked along the walls, and something far more startling.
Evidence of Caleb seemed to be everywhere.
There were photographs, books Diane remembered buying for him, an old concert ticket, and a red baseball cap.
Then she saw a picture attached to the refrigerator.
Caleb was laughing beside the same dog Diane had followed.
Her knees nearly gave way.
The young man caught her elbow.
“Are you okay?”
Diane stared at the photograph.
“His smile…”
She touched the corner of the picture.
“He had that smile when he was happy.”
The young man lowered his eyes.
The dog’s tail thumped gently against the kitchen floor.
Diane looked at the stranger.
