Nathan
Although, it was just a short distance, but by the time we pulled into the driveway of Kyle’s grandmother’s house, right behind Kyle’s car, that old familiar place on Chestnut that looked like it hadn’t aged a day since the last time I saw it, I was already tired.
The fatigue from the drive had settled in, and I was already thinking about falling into bed.
The house was this two-story cottage-style structure, wrapped in faded white wood paneling with ivy crawling up the left side and a screen door that creaked even before you touched it.
I had only been here once, years ago; Kyle had dragged me for some family event, I don’t even remember what, but somehow it still felt recognizable. Maybe it was the warmth that seemed to hum from the very foundation of the place. Or maybe it
