Knox’s POV
As I pull up to my mother’s house in the Evergreen Estate on the south side of Chicago, I feel that familiar mix of peace and nostalgia hit me. To anyone else, this place looks like a damn mansion, three stories, brick and stone, wraparound porch, manicured lawn with the little white fence, and all that. But to me? It’s just home.
My parents have been here since the late '80s, back when they were still figuring each other out. The house was passed down from my grandfather after he decided he was ready for senior living, one of those brand new facilities that came with a golf cart and 24/7 nurses. Pops didn’t argue. Mom made it a home.
I park the car, hop out, and walk right in. No knocking. No ringing the bell. My mother always knows when I’m coming, probably that damn Ring c
