Slow but steady wins the race. -Aesop
Interlocking bricks, bordered by grass, run along the front walkway. Rose bushes sit on each side of the wooden door. I take the steps one at a time.
The entryway has slate flooring, and a decorative square chandelier hangs from the wood-lined ceiling. The tension between Stephen and Drake heightens inside the house.
My grandmother used to tell me there're two sides to every story, and the truth lies somewhere between the valleys.
Perhaps there's more to this situation than I can see at first glance. I know staying under the same roof with Drake will not be easy. I owe it to my grandmother to work things out. I owe it to myself.
Inside the house is an anthropologist's dream.
Authentic Indian tapestries cover the walls. The furniture in the forma
