Chapter 127 Short-term Happy, Long-term Sad

• “HUH,” AIDEN said. He slouched down a little to get a better view through the windshield of the parked Mustang. “I was expecting something a bit more dramatic. I mean, this isn’t a great neighborhood, obviously. But the house? Well, maybe it’d look worse in the daylight. At night, it just looks a little small.”
• “You were expecting…?”
• “I think something from a war movie,” Aiden confessed. “Like, downtown Mogadishu or something.”