The woman studied him for a moment, then gave a slow nod of her own. “I remember that family. Riverside Street, long ago. You’re not wrong to look—but most folks don’t talk about them anymore.”
The woman shifted her bag higher on her arm, her gaze thoughtful. “The Blackwoods lived at the far end of Riverside, right where the hillside broke. The night of the landslide… most of them didn’t make it.” She hesitated, her voice softening. “Only the boy survived. He was sent to a foster home after.”