"What does she mean by that?" Sarah asked behind him. He didn't utter a word - he couldn't.
"I"m sorry? This is my dad's house. Where the hell is he?"
The woman came forward, her brow arched in confusion.
"Your dad's house? Are you the previous owner of this house?"
There she went again - previous owner.
He managed a small weekend.
"I never met the owner of the house in person. Although I heard his father passed away about a month ago. His name was Ray to the best of my knowledge."
Kirby punched the wall beside the door, groaning when his knuckles began to bleed.
Without another word, Ray backed away.
He didn't know where he was going, or what he was doing.
This was his home, wasn't it? What other Ray had sold it? What did all she said mean?
Had another Ray taken over his life? Or, had he taken over the life of another Ray?
Sarah and Kirby fell into step with him.
"Calm down, Ray. Gish, you're shaking terribly."
Ray barely heard a word he said.
