Riley sat on the edge of the bed, talking on the phone with his realtor. He wanted to sell the house, the house he’d bought for Allison. It was just him now, and the house seemed to be more of a tomb than a home. Everything around him, from the newly furnished rooms all the way to the hardwood floors, irked him about being here, and he had come to the conclusion that there was just no way that he could stay here any longer.
The house was a two story with four bedrooms, three baths, a kitchen, dining room, living room, and an amazing patio that overlooked the four-acre lot behind the house. Riley had gone all out because he believed that this would be the place where he and Allison would grow old together. It was the absolute perfect place to raise a family—out of the city, but not too far
