Some houses just whisper their story to me.

Close your eyes and you can hear children laughing in the yard, parents calling them to the porch for lemonade, and mom telling dad "Don't come in this house covered in peanut dust. You clean yourself up and take those work boots off at the door."

Now the only sound you hear are the softly asked questions, as the house that was a home wonders, "What happened? Why? Where is my family?"