2 Ergebnisse.

We walk further in. Dark, unbelievably dark. Creepy dark. But I know that for Hannah and her family the remains of their burned home constitute a religious site, sanctified by the daily unearthing of melted toys, sooty clothing, and water-stained photographs. It's the only reason the fire officials allow them back in here. Despite the dangers inside, indicated by the big red X sign stapled onto the front clapboards, they are fulfilling the man...

All I have is an email address. Not Hannah's, but that of a friend who's made a quickie GoFundMe site to help out the family. The amount in the donation box at the bottom of the screen is impressive, over fifteen thousand dollars and rising, pledged in tiny increments, drib by loving drab, many by strangers. Finally a message comes in. Hannah's fundraising friend. She sends me a phone number, and says good luck. Tommy, Hannah's son, picks up o...