**Turmoil fisted in Collin's gut as he paused by the crater that used to be Beth's house. Jagged teeth of concrete gaped where the foundation once stood. Bits of charred boards lay scattered on the street. The refrigerator and stove were crumpled into a warped parody of what was once a kitchen.
He knelt and lifted a splintered piece of wood from the thick layer of dust that covered the rubble in the street. The broken and twisted string still attached identified it as a piece of Beth's cello.
Collin closed his hand around the debris until the painful gouging against the palm of his hand registered in his brain.
**EXCERPT from LIVING THE LEGACY, copyright Genene Valleau, writing as Genie Gabriel.
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