Arndell
"This is it."
We turn up the driveway, and I smile. The road is lined with huge trees that create a canopy. Rolling green hills are as far as you can see.
"Oh, look at this place." I smile in wonder. "She said the land was beautiful." For five minutes, we drive through until we get to the top of a hill and find a big old house. It's white with a sweeping veranda around the edge. The roof is made of shingles, and it must be a hundred years old.
Elias's eyes find me. "Don't say anything." I smirk.
He holds his hands up in the air as if crying defeat.
We climb out and open the front door and peer in. I smile broadly. Wide-timber floors, a huge fireplace, and great big windows with views out over the property. You can see for miles from up here. The furniture is dated, but that d
