Jacob
“Jacob!” Mrs. Cassandra Rhode exclaimed when she opened the door. She stood frozen as she stared at me in surprise. “I thought you left Cidwood,”
“I did. I’m here visiting my mother,” I explained as I tried not to let my emotions overwhelm me.
“Oh, of course. But…what brings you here?” she asked curiously. I tried to look over her shoulder, but she sidestepped and blocked my view. “No, seriously, Jacob. Why are you here?”
“Is he…is he home?” I questioned. She knew why I was here.
“He doesn’t leave the house, you know that,” she said firmly, and I nodded. “And you already know that he doesn’t want to see you,”
“It’s been…years, Mrs. Rhode,” I argued, even though I knew coming here was a risk. Christopher hadn’t exactly been a friend, but he was my responsibility.
“Look…Jacob
