Ian tucked his chin in as he strode up the walkway that cut across the middle of a well-mowed lawn. To his left was a two-lane driveway that led—he assumed—to the garage by the side of the house.
The modern three-story mansion was built in the open concept that seemed popular in this area. Walls seemed to be in place only for structural reasons. The ceiling to floor glass panels made it easy to look into the mansions he’d passed.
Lizzie’s house had slightly more privacy. The front of the house was completely walled up. Classy wooden siding for the first and third stories. Simple white painted walls for the second. The back of the house, however, was mostly glass.
He could never live in a place like this. Maybe it was because of all the terrible things he’d seen in his visions. He would
