FiveThe two and a quarter-hour drive from London to Tockington was pleasant, though quiet, as Aaron and Peter shared little conversation. Aaron was glad for the quiet and the good sense his friend showed in keeping his usual talkativeness to a minimum. He was too concerned about his mother to be in any drawn out conversations, and the only time they spoke was to comment on the weather and the road conditions. Still, despite the lack in dialogue, Aaron was grateful for the company and the notion that while he was alone in his thoughts it was comforting to have someone with him.
Aaron pulled his car into the drive of his childhood home. The mature trees standing along the right hand side arched overhead, sheltering the driveway. Along the left, a multitude of gardens in bloom surrounded the
