With trembling hands clasped around his waist, Len stood in front of the house. The sight of it triggered memories he had buried deep for six years.
"This place has not changed a bit," he murmured to himself, staring at the faded paint and overgrown garden. The house was a gift from his grandfather after their rushed wedding.
After their wedding, his grandfather had excitedly given it to them, and that was the time in Len's life that he detested the most.
Paula was treated like royalty by his grandfather, as if she had not tricked him into getting in his bed.
As he tentatively entered the living room, cobwebs brushed against his face, causing him to recoil in disgust.
Len's gaze fell on a dusty horse figurine on the mantelpiece, a reminder of how long it had been since anyone had looked after this place.
Len stepped closer to the table, hands in his pockets, overlooking an old paper that had been left behind.
