Dark gray clouds rolled in ahead of a summer squall line as the family arrived home. The once gated entrance was now replaced with pleasant shrubbery and a flower bed around the mailbox. The children rolled down their windows as they pulled into the driveway in awe of all the work that Jaxon had paid to make this place more like a home. Some of the trees had been trimmed away and a new white wash painted fence outlined the yard replacing the old rusty chain link fence. The house seemed larger than life, even with the grown up eyes of Sean and Cara. Grandma Loren cooed seeing the separate entrance for them. From the outside, it appeared it was two houses instead of one.
The driver stopped near the garage entrance, looked around at the passengers. “Welcome home, folks. Enjoy your
