~CODY'S POV~
"You don't need to do this Cody. If it's too much we can just follow Plan B and find a-"
"No. I DO need to do this. It's been so long...I can't run forever, and I don't want to."
We stare deeply into each other's eyes, and I visibly see the understanding in his. He knew what it was like to be without family. He didn't want me to suffer like him.
With a deep exhale I walk up the all too familiar driveway, gaze locked on the front door. Immediately I notice the piles of untouched newspapers and mail...It wasn't like her to leave such a mess on the porch.
But the thing that made my chest tighten the most had to be the flowers.
Dead. Withered. Untended to. My mother loves-...No. She ADORES her garden. Why would her roses be in this condition?
By now my heart is beating at
