Before she was quite ready to face Jericho’s family, they had left the highway and driven deep into the hills. The forest closed around them, and the landscape became more and more rural until, at last, they pulled up in front of an ancient-looking brick house. It stood two stories and sprawled into two wings from the main building. Black shutters framed the windows, and Ivy was growing up the sides.
Jericho parked the truck and went around to help Eudora down from the passenger seat. Before her feet hit the ground, the front door of the house flew open, and people tumbled out. Eudora shivered in fear and hid behind Jericho’s broad back.
"Hello Mum," Jericho held his arms out to his mother, but Sylvia simply brushed him aside.
"I don't want you right now. Where is she?"
Jerich
