The Quiet Presence That Saved My Family Home in Autumn

itself is gone.”

My hand went to my wedding ring, twisting it twice. “Gone?”

“Records do not just walk out of this building, ma’am, but I cannot find the book.”

“Is there another copy?” I asked.

“The microfilms are being restored in Indianapolis this month,” she said.

The empty space on the archive shelf looked like a missing tooth in a familiar smile.

I continue reading …