Griffin's POV

When I arrived at Jack's house, I could sense immediately that something was wrong. Very wrong. Jack had always kept his lawn well-mowed and watered. He loved yard work, and was always boasting about how he had the best maintained yard in the territory. And I had always agreed with him. Until that moment,

The lawn was ragged with weeds in some spots, and completely barren in others. Sarinda's formerly prized rose bushes had grown out of control, seeming to ...