Sierra
In front of us was a very nice house and I realized I recognized it. This house was two streets over from Anthony’s house, my house, our house? Whatever the house. I remember just today I was admiring the large gates and wrought iron fence that were around it as we drove by it.
It wasn’t as nice as Anthony’s house, but it was still pretty with his cream and blue Gothic style aesthetics. The lawn was manicured, they even had some bushes shaped like dolphins.
“Lorena, text Alexi and make sure mama is in her chair,” the man next to me grumbled.
The woman next to me nodded and sent a quick text. She saw me looking at the lawn as we walked up to the door.
“You like the bushes? My mother hired someone to do it. She’s very frivolous, our mother. We love to keep her happy, b
