Grayson's mouth opens wide as he pulls up onto the gravel driveway. They park next to a quaint one-story house, painted sage green with a dark brown wood trim. A trail of wildflowers lines the perimeter of the fence and connects up at the front porch. He puts his car in park and immediately opens the door, shouting, "This is a house!"

"Yes?" Amelia steps out of her car and pauses in shock.

"You live in a real house!" he gasps. "You had me believing you were ...