Elliott drove to Saddle Creek and parked in the driveway of a large white house with black shutters, the swing on the wide front porch swaying in the cool breeze. Motion lights on the side of the house and the front porch turned on automatically, making the piles of snow glisten.

"Whose house is this, Elliott? I know we're in Saddle Cre" Sam gasped as she looked around at the neighborhood, then settled on Elliott's face. "Is this your house, Elliott? Oh my gosh, it's ...