The house had belonged to an older man named Walter before us. He had died a few years earlier, and the place had gone through an estate sale and then auction.
We got it for less than expected because it needed work.
The structure was good, though.
It had wide hallways, a first-floor bedroom, and a basement we converted for accessibility.
They both had ramps Daniel and his brother built off the back deck, and a dry, unfinished basement we mostly used for storage.
When we got inside, I showed Ava around slowly.
The kitchen, the living room, and the downstairs bathroom with the widened doorway.
Her room, which had a reading lamp by the bed and shelves waiting for books she didn’t own yet.
She barely reacted.
Then, when we were back in the hallway, she looked up at me and asked, « Can I see the basement? »
