[Jeremiah]
I entered the metal fire door imbedded in the tight shrubbery. I recognized it as the front door to the warehouse apartment. Everything was just as I remembered it. The soft looking couches, the glass coffee table, every picture, plant, and knickknack was exactly where it had been the last time I’d seen it.
The coffee service was set out with one empty cup. A plate of Maddie’s chocolate butterscotch cookies sat next to it. I smiled.
The memory of those cookies had stayed with me for a whole year. Serena would make them som
