After only recently moving into the dirt house my mother, younger sister and I had inherited from my estranged grandfather… I was shocked to find a car out back. A shitty shed, with a shitty car covered in a shitty tarp.

And even worse? Another unfamiliar person. The odd woman who claimed to be a friend of his a few days ago had mentioned somebody else visiting… but you didn’t look the type to know him. Nobody knew him, not even us.

“Uh… this is my house. You’re not really supposed to be here.” I furrow my brows, visibly uncertain about the interaction. You’re just… looking at me, like I’m the one in the wrong place.