JON
Home had changed. It had changed a lot. As Ned parked in the driveway, Jon could only stare. The whole way there he was so fired up, he couldn’t stop smiling, but this place hardly resembled the house where he used to live. It was the right street, Oak Avenue. They were in the cul-de-sac, adjacent to some dense woods that looked the same as he remembered, and the silver Mustang was parked out front by the curb. And the dumpy house next door was still dumpy.
lot“Whad’s wrong?” asked Dante, showing concern about Jon’s sudden lack of enthusiasm.
“It’s supposed to be blue,” said Jon. “This house had blue siding, not red brick. There wasn’t any brick wall; it was just a big, open yard. Is that razor wire on top of the wall?”
“Yes.” Anton glanced next door. “You’re right. It doesn’t look
