After stumbling around for a while, they finally found the right address. His father's jaw dropped to the ground as he stared up in shock.
The entire building rose into the sky almost like a spear. The outside wasn't made of the pure concrete they were used to. It was instead, replaced by clean glass panels that gave off an elegant feel.
Aren adjusted the strap of his bag and started toward the entrance before his father immediately grabbed his arm.
"Hey—hey, wait!" he stammered, pulling him back a step. "I think we got the wrong address."
Aren blinked. "Dad."
"M–maybe there's another place behind this," he continued hurriedly, squinting at the building as if it were a scam. "Like a smaller one. For normal people."
Anna tilted her head back, shielding her eyes from the sun. "This one says the right number though."
"That's just what they want you to think," his father muttered darkly.
Aren sighed and held up the official relocation packet.
"It's this one."
