The city slowly disappeared behind him.
The cement was turned into fields.
The sirens fell silent.
The air felt different, somehow older.
During the long journey, Daniel rehearsed a thousand apologies in his head. Carefully crafted phrases to protect what little pride he had left.
But there was one thing I couldn’t rehearse.
The strange feeling that something was waiting for him at the end of the road.
Something that could destroy it.
When the GPS finally announced that he had arrived, Daniel slammed on the brakes.
He remained motionless behind the wheel.
Because what was in front of me… wasn’t a house.
It looked more like a wound.
The small wooden structure was leaning slightly to one side. The paint had peeled off years ago. Parts of the roof were sagging. The porch steps were cracked and uneven.
