The Land My Father Left Me and the House That Disappeared
He walked along the exterior wall, touching the joints where the cedar panels met the gray steel beams.
“It’s the Axiom Series,” Nathan murmured, tapping his tablet. “Built in five separate self-contained sections, then transported here on flatbed trailers.”
“Can it be taken apart?” I asked, keeping my voice low.
“Physically? Yes,” Nathan said, turning to look at me. “It was designed to be put together in three days. The reverse process takes longer, but it’s entirely feasible.”
He knelt down near the crawlspace access door at the base of the foundation.
He shone a heavy flashlight into the dark space beneath the floorboards.
“They used high-tension structural bolts to anchor the steel beams to the concrete piers,” Nathan called out, his voice echoing slightly.
He stood up, brushing dirt from his knees.
“We don’t even have to break the concrete,” he said. “We just unbolt the steel plates from the foundation anchors.”
“And the utility lines?” I asked.
“There are quick-disconnect manifolds for the plumbing and electrical,” Nathan said. “It’s standard for these luxury pre-fabs so they can be serviced easily.”