LYDIA

Joey's house was beautiful. Magnificent, even.

It was huge, way bigger than I expected. As we drove down the driveway towards the man’s — our — house, which seemed to be hidden deeper into the property, I couldn't help but marvel at how beautiful the house was.

Different flowers grew at the sidewalk, and the air was filled with the smell of the flower's fragrance.

Joey kept looking at me as he drove, but my entire attention was on the garden I sighted a little far off. Once I ...