"What house are we looking for?" Susana asked Primo as they drove down Thirdham. The place was a silent neighborhood where houses were built far apart. Some houses were opulent, but the rest down the road looked disheveled with unkempt lawns.
Primo stopped at Number 53 Forestry Lane, where an old house stood.
"I think this is it," Primo replied.
Susana took Primo's notes to compare. "It doesn't look like the house you have drawn."
Primo took the notes and tucked them inside his breast pocket. "Well, we need to investigate. Let's go."
The surroundings were unusually windy as rolls of dried leaves, and twigs rolled down the street. The trees swayed with the sudden gustiness bringing with it the detached dried leaves from its branches. Susana felt a cold chill around her shoulders, so she warmed it up with her hands.
The house was in a ramshackle state and hungry for fresh repair.
"Does anyone really live here?" Susana asked.
