Today's OneWord: Evidence

There was enough evidence to lead me to the basement of the broken down house, after seeing the shovels outside. My hands gripped the stair railings so tightly that I almost ripped them out of the wall, and I groped for a light switch as I entered the space. The smells of dust and memories came before the sights. And then I exhaled.

"Good God."

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