The neighborhood was quiet.
Not the eerie kind of quiet where something felt off, but the comfortable kind.
The kind that said people here had lawns they actually mowed and neighbors they waved to in the morning.
Liam pulled the Honda Civic up to the curb and killed the engine.
Grace's place was a small house tucked between two larger ones, set back slightly from the street.
It had white siding that looked freshly painted, with dark green shutters framing the windows.
A small porch stretched across the front, with two steps leading up to the door.
There was a potted plant on either side of the entrance, both blooming with purple flowers he couldn't name.
The yard was neat.
The grass was cut short, and there were no weeds growing through the cracks in the walkway.
A low white fence ran along the property line, the paint just starting to chip in a few spots but otherwise well-maintained.
Everything about it felt... calm.
