"This is where I was born," Malachi adds, his eyes sweeping the town with a soft nostalgia and I wonder what exactly he's seeing.
Does he see the same fairytale streets that I am? The soft cottages with vine-covered lattices along the sides? Or is he only seeing the differences? I imagine, depending on how long he has been gone and working with the council, that things aren't exactly the way they were when he left.
"Must have been amazing growing up in such a beautiful place," Malachi just nodded at my statement, eyes focused ahead as he pulled up in front of a rather large house. It's only two stories tall, but it's long, stretched out with at least a dozen windows on each side of the large wooden door.
"Keep the hood up and your head down until I say," Malachi tugs the hood further do
