This house. Sawyer looked up at the large house his parents had fought over for days before finally buying it. It looked very different from how it did two years ago, the last time he was here. They were here. Now it’s paint is chipped and dull, the garden that Steph had insisted be cultivated to give the dead place life was over grown and slightly terrifying. The clear bare minimum done, was the drive way cleaned and the leaves left were only a few because most of them had been blown away. Did he stop paying the gardener? Why did he let it go so much?