We broke the news we were going to move after we arrived at the halfway mark on our savings. It was taken much better than I thought. It was a high note to start the month on, then we got the news that Casey’s stepdad was impaled on a limb.
It didn’t hit anything vital. I wondered as much, as he’d survived; there had to be a purpose to his life that he hadn’t done yet. What saved him is there were no organs where he got stuck at, though there should have been. Both his kidneys were on the opposite side.
We began our house hunt in earnest at that point, with a list and a friend going with us. That day, we hit nine places in three different cities. The homes in a town, Cabot, were small and a little cramped. In our town, the houses were rundown and in dangerous neighborhoods. It made my radar ping.
In North Little Rock, one place was making me uneasy. I wasn’t sure if it was because of the bullet hole in the glass or the boarded-up home across the street with a nice car parked in front of…
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