“Take a left here,” I said nervously as we turned into my old neighborhood, “It’s the blue house at the end of the cul de sac.”
Matteo squeezed my thigh softly. I knew he could feel my anxiousness. The street we were on was fairly quaint. All the houses were set ¼ mile apart, and half of them were still vacant.
At the end of the road, there was a blue house with white shutters. It was two stories, with bay windows facing the road, and a large chimney. The paint was starting to peel just slightly, and the wooden roof tiles had seen better days. Matteo pulled into the driveway in the small red car we had woken up to this morning, butting up next to Roy’s green sedan.
“This was a bad idea,” I whispered.
Matteo grabbed my chin, and softly kissed me, before looking into my eyes, “Rose, th
