Chapter 7
The house was white and small, even by Los Angeles standards. It sat back off of the road quite a ways, and several tall trees dotted the ample yard. It even looked like there might be an orchard in the back. Ru stood in the driveway for quite some time, her feet rooted in place despite the chilly November breeze. Cutter hung back by the car, giving her time.
Ru imagined what it might’ve been like skipping up this driveway as a little girl, possibly bringing her grandmother a bouquet of fresh flowers, maybe staying long enough to bake cookies or learn to sew. She could envision herself as a small child in a long, flowing dress, bows in her hair, lovingly placed there by her mother, who told her to have fun and be back before dinner. Of course, those things had never happened. A
