“There.” My face is as close to the window of the SUV as it can get without being pressed against the surface as I watch for my mother’s house.
I’d only been here once, when I was still quite young. I had been having a hard time adjusting to her not being around, so as maybe the final placating gesture I would get from my dad, he took me out there to show me she was okay.
I barely remember the house; it was pretty small and painted a dark blue. I remember there being a little metal bench outside, right by the front door.
We rolled to a stop in front of what I was pretty sure was the place.
“You sure this is it?” Elias mutters as he unbuckles his seatbelt, his gaze fixed on the dark, now rundown structure. The blue paint was chipped and peeling, there were overgrown weeds surrounding
