Rafael, from where he was, expected her to have followed the path to the abandoned house that he was seeing but instead she followed a different path.
He came down from his car and followed her, his pace was little by little, so as to know where she was heading.
She arrived the front of the building and her eyes narrowing as she took in the white stucco house in front of her.
It stood bright and clean, almost too perfect under the dappled sunlight streaming through the trees.
It had terracotta-tiled roof and arched doorways gave it an inviting warmth that felt mysteriously quiet.
She followed through the stone path that led from the front gate, winding through a lush, well-kept lawn dotted with little shrubs and surrounded by a low white fence.
Rafael followed her closely, and just as he took another step, he had stepped on a plastic bottle that made a noise.
