Driving through the gates…
I wasn’t expecting to see people everywhere.
Joggers followed paved trails that disappeared into the forest.
Children rode their bicycles down wide streets while parents walked beside them.
Groups of teenagers laughed together outside cafés.
Some people walked dogs.
Others carried grocery bags toward beautiful modern homes.
Cars passed us in both directions as though we had entered a small city instead of someone’s property.
My eyes grew wider with every passing second.
“What…”
I whispered to myself.
“This can’t all belong to Beaumont Pack.”
Kyle smiled without taking his eyes off the road.
“I told you.”
He chuckled softly.
“It isn’t anything like the books you’ve read.”
I watched another neighborhood pass by.
Tree-lined streets.
Parks.
Playgro
