A Pang Of Regret
With his family walking behind him, he climbed the stairs to the dusty attic of his childhood home. He felt a pang of sadness when he saw that all the furniture that had been there when they had left had been removed – gone forever.
After pausing for a few moments to let it all sink in, he continued his search. He began tapping on the wooden panels of wood that sloped down to form the A-frame ceiling and his heart skipped a beat.