Chapter 304: It's Just You, Right?

"Wow," I say looking out at the home, which makes my one-story bungalow seem like a baby house. I take that back, it's not that the house is big, but in this part of the state when you have an older large home, it means someone important lived there. The home is a cross between a Victorian building and a big white farmhouse. A porch wraps around the front and two sides as far as the eye can see. There's a second story and then what looks to be a third or smaller one up top with three little windows looking out onto the world.

Someone important built this home, and it's easy to imagine the property being here longer than most of the residences in Pelican Bay.

"It's just you, right?" I ask as he opens the door to his truck and leads me up the dark-stained steps of the porch. Rocky wiggles in my arms, but I don't let him roam free.

"Sometimes my sister and her kids come to stay for the summers, but otherwise it's just me."

He slips the key into the lock and pushes open the front d