Chapter 11
A few hours later, Etan and Alex walked down to the house Etan grew up in. Dinner with only the four of them felt like the perfect way for Alex to get comfortable without getting overwhelmed. A bit of Alex’s unusual gloom seemed to have lifted with a solid bit of sleep. But Etan suspected Alex wouldn’t quite be back to his normal, cheerful self just yet.
The younger Griffith’s house was almost as private as Etan’s grandparents’ retirement home, two stories and white wooden siding hidden from the main road by trees and a curving gravel driveway. More yard hid behind the house rather than stretching out in front like at Evan and Anne’s house. And unlike what seemed like a museum down the road, this one changed constantly.
Furniture shifted inside and out, along with paint color
