Chapter 4 Day Four, Sunday, June 12, 1949
While the sun had long ago peeked through the blinds in our bedroom window.
I didn’t move. I didn't move for some time. Finely the call of nature way too much for me to ignore. Having done that . I made my way to the kitchen. Within a few minutes, the smell of coffee filled the small bungalow
While I nursed my first cup of coffee waiting for it to cool down enough to drink.
The scrap of paper I found on the table became a list of names. The first name...