Chapter 3
Cole had feared the sorts of things he’d feel driving back up to the house he’d once called home. Those fears were completely justified. As soon as they turned onto the road a mile from the house, Cole’s heart rate steadily grew faster and his palms sweat so much he ran out of dry space on his jeans to wipe them off. The pavement still stopped at the edge of the family property. Cole couldn’t tell if it was the car on the uneven dirt road rattling him or if he was simply shaking that hard.
The shutters had been repainted. Cole remembered them being clay-brown, like the trim around the door and the edge of the porch. Now they were navy blue. It looked odd against the tan paint that covered most of the house, but it wasn’t ugly. There was the window to the bedroom Cole had shared
