The trees are large, the leaves that are left are fiery shades of red and orange, and from standing in the doorway whenever Toto goes out, I know it’s cold. Right at that tipping point of freezing. But the bright blue skies and shining sun trick you into thinking it’s warm past the windows.
We wind our way out of the vast development, gliding past estate after estate, each one as stunning as the last. Feels so surreal that this is where I live now.
Eventually we end up on a street that I recognize as one that will take us into the city.
I expect Giles to turn toward Minneapolis, the skyline sparkling off to the right, but he turns the other way, following the other SUV and taking us toward the closest suburb.
Makes sense when I think about it. It’s probably the smart choice for securit
