Ethan
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The lane unfolded before me, winding between towering trees and hedges that seemed too thick.
It had been months… years since I passed the roads. It should have felt different. But it looked the same just like I had left it years ago.
After taking the left turn, the wooden gate loomed ahead.
The white farmhouse sat at the end of a gravel way, framed by stone pillars.
The car engine died as I came to a halt. I stepped out of the car and reached for my luggage in the trunk.
After closing the trunk, I stepped onto the porch and rang the doorbell.
When no answer came, I rang it again. It didn’t take long before the door cracked open.
Showing a sliver of her face, Victoria muttered. “Who’s there?”
When her eyes fell on my face, she shoved the door wide open. “Look who t
