Eadan carefully approached the house where the man and his wife lived. It was a small, pretty house, quite close to the woods, and Eadan thought it very much looked like all the houses around the place where most of his classmates lived.
His own house was very different, but those were what most neighbourhoods looked like in some parts of his town.
It had a nice, small garden in the front yard, with colourful flowers, just beginning to bloom.
A home. This is what it looked like to an outsider. It was also a hundred per cent a house that could probably exist somewhere in the real world, just like everything in that dream.
It was also the house of a man who was violent to his wife. Or she wasn’t his wife yet, a partner, Eadan could only assume, but it didn’t matter what they called e
