Eleanor
The car slowed as Nathan eased it in front of the familiar white-brick house that had been my home for most of my life. It looked exactly the same as I remembered it… modest, a little worn around the edges, but still radiating a kind of warmth that only old memories could give a place.
The porch light was already on, even though it wasn’t dark yet, and the garden beds had clearly been freshly trimmed, probably by my dad who still treated this house like his full-time job even after retirement.
That man just didn’t know how to sit things out and let them thrive on their own. He sure didn’t understand the word retirement, or he wouldn’t be stressing himself when he knew he was at the verge of having a bad back.
A few meters ahead of us, Kyle’s car pulled to a smooth stop in fron
