Photo prompt: © Ted Strutz
They found the photo in his wallet. No address on its back. No date.
“This could be anywhere,” Deena said.
Neal sighed. He hadn’t seen Dad for years. The reclusive elder had been an aloof parent, and while Neal had yearned for more connection, it always took so much work … with scarce actual return.
“I know where it is.” Aunt Leah fingered the yellowed photograph. “It’s the Mendelsons’ house. I always suspected he and Meir had a thing. Such secret it had to be.”
She sighed and shook her head. “Such a shame. To have to hide love this way.”