I had resigned myself to the fate of being a poor man with barely enough money to afford a decent car when I came across something I thought my father sold a long time ago.
That gift led me to the mountains, where the truth about my family was revealed by a stranger.
The rain was relentless that evening, drumming on the roof like a mournful echo.
I sat in my living room slash dining room trying to piece together an old clock I’d found at a yard sale.
I was just about to call it a night when I decided to step outside to take out the trash.
