and left half the houses on Bell Island looking like someone had stepped on them.
The next spring, Nile came home from a job and put a newspaper on the kitchen table.
FOR SALE BY OWNER. Bell Island. Storm damage. As-is. Sandpiper Point.
“Del,” he said. “Let’s go look.”
The house sat at the very end of the point, where the sound meets the ocean. Gray shingles, half of them gone. A wraparound porch with a hole you could fall through. The front door was hanging by one hinge, and
