Excerpt: The Night Gatherer

He began the careful ascent up the steps. Who, though, exactly would it horrify? In this godforsaken mess there had to be family photos! He stopped, turning to look out over the expanse of the downstairs, taking in the vast amount of clutter that took up his life and home. In that, there had to be photographs, notes, letters, maybe newspaper clippings and scrapbooks, baby books, a journal, wallets, purses, papers, a trail, a map that would tell him who, at some point in his life, in his distant past, had loved and cared for him!