The lone man stood in front of the massive gates with nothing but a backpack casually dangling from his left shoulder.
The face was cold, devoid of any emotion that could be used to judge what was going on in his mind.
His eyes stared past the sparsely welded steel gate, falling deeper onto almost an acre of lush green grass that was perfectly mowed, making it look like a green carpet.
No one was at the gate, but Jason didn't look bothered. He knew they could see him.
Jason wasn't in Kansas. No, he had never meant that to be his first stop, nor had he seen any reason to lay out his plan to Abel
It would be unnecessary weight to add to a man who already had burdens in his heart. Yes, although Jason had heard Abel declare they were just friends, that lie never fooled him.
He loved the girl. He had seen enough to be sure of it.
