It's mostly beautiful homes and even more beautiful scenery. Especially driving into the sunset as I continue my journey west. As the homes start to become sparser, they also become larger than the previous one. I'm still three miles out from Roman's home according to my GPS as the homes disappear altogether. Instead I'm almost driving straight into the mountains. A mile from my destination I turn left onto a cobblestone road. Less than twenty feet down the road, it narrows to fit less than two cars before coming to a wrought iron gate. Two security guards standing outside it, dressed like the secret service. I roll down the window when I come to a complete stop. "Name," one states. "Liv Donovan. I'm not sure if I have the right address. I was told-" He checks off something on the paper in front of him and interrupts me completely.
