Madeline:
I asked the driver to drop me off at the address.
And I began to realize it was much farther from the usual pack houses, all the way near the border of the pack.
There stood a lonely house surrounded by dying trees and overgrown grass.
Even as I stepped onto the front porch, the floorboards creaked beneath my feet.
I knocked gently on the door, then looked around in confusion, growing impatient.
“Come in,” came a voice from inside.
It was old and shaky, yet it sounded as if he already knew I was coming, because he didn’t ask who I was, he simply invited me in.
As I was about to step inside, the voice continued, “Do you see the groceries outside? Bring them in when you come.”
My hand was on the doorknob when the request came.
I looked around for the groceries and, sure e
