years, the house on Briar Lane had been more than a house.
It had been where Margaret packed school lunches before the sun came up.
It had been where she wiped grape jelly off the counter while Robert argued with suppliers on the phone.
It had been where Daniel learned to ride his bike in the driveway, where Ashley cried after her first breakup, where Robert came home so tired from the warehouse that he sometimes fell asleep with one work boot still on.
It had been where they survived
