Briar POV
"I thought that last house was very nice, Briar," my mom says as we drive to the last house on the list. "It was, but I just couldn't see me living there." The last house is in a gated community that is farther from the city, but only about fifteen minutes will be added to my commute to the hospital. We pull into the large driveway. The house is huge and there are different colored flowers across the front, making it feel more inviting and less pretentious. Mr. Klien is waiting on the porch for us. He opens the door and I can't help the gasp that escapes me. It's an open floor plan and there are windows that lead out into a huge backyard. The colors of the living room are blues and grays, which make the room feel warm. I walk farther inside and Mr. Klien begins to point out a
