this morning #1469.
this morning, as we stood on the front lawn & watched the home we’d bought just over a year ago burn to the ground, the last thing on my mind was the backpack & the possibility of someone else stumbling across it. had the backyard shed where it was kept burned down too? in all of the chaos, i hadn’t even noticed if it was still standing. my mind had instantly chalked up the entire property as a loss. the hubby must know. i leaned out of the bathroom. asked him to join me, away from the kids’ & his mom’s ears. he shut the door behind him. the shed was in fact intact. great. i broke the news. my grandpa’s war loot is in there. if it’s found, we’ll be ruined. he sighed, knowing he’d have to retrieve it.