I begrudgingly handed over the cash to the taxi driver, feeling a sharp pang as I saw the hefty fare displayed on the meter. “Of course, he couldn’t pick somewhere in the city,” I mutter under my breath.
The taxi pulled away, leaving Kelvin and me standing in front of the address Adrian had given. The house loomed before us—It was a modern brutalist mansion, all sharp edges, and gray concrete, its minimalism somehow making it even more imposing. The property was surrounded by woods, giving it an air of isolation that I didn’t appreciate.
“Mom,” Kelvin said softly, his voice tinged with nerves, “are you sure this is the right place? It’s so big.”
I crouched down to his level, placing my hands on his small shoulders. I could see the nervous anticipation in his eyes and felt a deep ache in
