Chapter Five: The House He Never Called Home
The gates opened slowly.
Jordan Rodriguez sat in the backseat of his black sedan, one arm resting against the window as the familiar estate came into view. The mansion stood tall under the fading evening light, polished stone glowing gold beneath the expensive outdoor lamps.
Nothing had changed.
The same towering pillars.
The same trimmed hedges.
The same fountain his mother once stood beside while smiling at him when he was little.
He looked away immediately.
"Sir, should I wait here?" the driver asked carefully.
Jordan adjusted the cuff of his dark suit before opening the door himself.
"No. Go back. I'll handle myself."
The driver nodded.
Jordan stepped out without another word.
The cold evening breeze brushed against his face as
