At seventy-four, I thought I was just paying to fix my leaky roof. I never imagined what the workers would discover — or how it would change my life.I’m Evelyn, a widow for nearly ten years.
My husband, Richard, passed away unexpectedly, leaving me alone in our old house. With no children or close relatives, my days were filled with gardening, baking, and volunteering at the library, but the nights were quiet — too quiet.
