On the ninth day, he walked through the empty rooms. He left the heavy, scratched-up dining table and the old sofa he’d never liked anyway. He left the "fixer-upper" stress that had been sitting on his chest for a decade.
Elias looked out the window. He saw the Santa Ana River bed in the distance, shimmering in the heat. He thought about the decades spent fighting the Riverside sun, the termites, and the rising property taxes. "Ten days?" Elias asked. "Ten days," Marcus confirmed. we buy houses riverside
The man who answered didn't sound like a shark. He sounded like a guy named Marcus who liked baseball. Two hours later, Marcus was standing on Elias’s cracked driveway. He didn't cringe at the peeling paint or the dry rot. He walked through the rooms, noting the original crown molding and the stained glass above the landing. On the ninth day, he walked through the empty rooms
As Elias drove his pickup toward the 91 freeway, heading north toward the cooler air of Washington, he glanced one last time at a telephone pole near the on-ramp. There it was again—the yellow sign. Elias looked out the window