After My Grandmother’s Death, A Renovation Uncovered Something That Brought Police To The House

agreement.

Kayla cried harder than I did. “You brought the whole thing full circle.”

“We did,” I corrected.

I thought of my grandmother’s letter. Use them. Not to destroy, but to stop them. We had. And now we had something new to build.

The house on Wexley Hill doesn’t look haunted anymore.

On summer evenings, the white clapboard glows and the navy shutters continue reading …