Chapter 37.
It was a colonial style mansion with white stones that gleamed against the sunset. It had to have been built in the 1930s—the marbled pillars that led into the entrance were reminiscent of the ones I’d seen in my history design books.
The arched windows—there were far too many to count, were at least eight feet tall and the glass within them was tinted black.
“Olivia?” Jason was standing at my door with his arm outstretched. “Would you like to come inside?”
I stepped out of the car and followed him up the smooth slate steps and past the vintage front door.
The inside of the house was a stark contrast to the outside. While a few remnants of the colonial style had been saved, most of the house had been completely modernized: There were walls constructed completely from glas
