The house was in a nice neighborhood and I even began to relax. The sun had set only a few minutes before, and I could still make out a small group of teens standing at the corner, 'hanging out' as I would say. I felt a little nostalgic for that time in my life and thought again about my daughter, back home with her dad. I drove slowly, carefully looking for numbers on mailboxes, until I found the house.
The house was dark with just a hint of light in what I guessed as the living room: 'Perhaps candles', I thought. The trees in the neighborhood were quite large, giving the appearance of being later in the evening, and much darker than it should have been. Unlike most houses in the neighborhood, there were no cars in the driveway, no toys in the yard, no other signs that anyone was home.
