Dillion Harper Open House -

Mrs. Vancamp wasn’t looking at the house. She was standing in the middle of the empty living room, eyes closed.

The couple exchanged a look that said, let’s find a soulless condo instead. dillion harper open house

Next came a solo man in a bow tie who introduced himself as “Todd, the investor.” He walked through the house with a laser measure, muttering about “square footage per flip ratio.” He paused in the living room, where the late afternoon sun fell across the hardwood floor in long, honey-colored stripes. The couple exchanged a look that said, let’s

She walked to the For Sale sign. The evening wind was picking up, rattling the gutters. She touched the wooden post, then pulled the sign out of the ground with a soft, wet sigh from the dirt. The evening wind was picking up, rattling the gutters

“You feel that?” she asked.