Axel
I pushed the gate of the white picket fence, and it swung open easily. As I did, the paint slowly peeled, and cracks formed at the bottom. It needed attention, or the weather would ruin it soon. The wind made it creak like clapping wood as we approached the property.
This ghost town was eerie and far from what I expected. Perhaps I should have informed them of my visit; then I would have known the property was now deserted. It was surprising that Patrick would relinquish his estate so readily, considering he had built it from the ground up.
He had once been quite content.
The estate had been mostly overrun by ivy and holly, showing utter neglect. Memories lingered in the property that was once full of life. In the years before Shavi's birth, it had hosted numerous balls, parties,
