“That's how long it had been since thirty-five year-old Frank DeLuca had been home. It was strange how little had changed in the old neighborhood. He glanced in the rearview mirror. He supposed he didn't look much different than he… — Lucinda DuBois Copy Share Image
“much. Things here rarely did. His childhood home seemed smaller, somehow, even though it looked exactly the same: a two-story, four bedroom, two bathroom, brick Cape Cod with a small front yard and a slightly larger fenced-in back yard. His… — Lucinda DuBois Copy Share Image
“That's how long it had been since thirty-five year-old Frank DeLuca had been home. It was strange how little had changed in the old… — Lucinda DuBois Copy Share Image
“Frank wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her towards him.” — Lucinda DuBois Copy Share Image
“much. Things here rarely did. His childhood home seemed smaller, somehow, even though it looked exactly the same: a two-story, four bedroom, two bathroom,… — Lucinda DuBois Copy Share Image
