“Do you remember how to get there?” Ryker asked.
I pointed to the next street on the left. “Just like it was yesterday. We’re not far.”
“What if there’s nothing left? By the looks of everything, it doesn’t appear anyone’s been out this way in a long time.” He was right. The trees and bushes were all overgrown, the branches scraping against the sides of the truck.
“You’re going to need a new paint job,” I said, cringing every time I heard a scrape.
“I’m not worried about it, angel.”
The driveway opened up and I was able to see the house up ahead. Closing my eyes, I could picture the way it used to be, all cozy and bright with the aqua shutters. It was my real mother’s favorite color. The brick was still standing, but the roof had caved in and the windows blown out from an obvious fire.
