The site wasn’t an actual site. It was just what he called his childhood home. It was a three hour drive from the city and sat on a large expanse of land. And he hadn’t been back there in ten years. But he felt like he needed to go back to the place where it all started in order to talk to his father, and he needed the long drive anyway. Matthew wasn’t with him, he had given him the day off. So he spent three hours in silence zipping through traffic and wondering what he would even say to his father. Sure he felt like killing the man, there had been many occasions where he had come close to doing it. But was that even the right course of action to take?
The house was pretty much the same as the last time he saw it when he arrived there. Still large, still daunting, and still obnoxiously e
