I hold back a groan as I whip past lush trees, down the dirt road where the clearing leading to the house is located. The driveway is long and narrow, winding into a curve and large clearing. I can hear water bubbling and nature rustling all around me, the noises soothing away some of the stress from the past few weeks. I can’t help the green-eyed monster wanting to well up and take residence deep inside me as I look around. The property I have my eye on is a few miles down the bank and nowhere near as beautiful as this one. I want this job, if not for the money then for the opportunity to come here every day and work. Parking my truck, I notice how the house seems to stand tall but is blemished by many incomplete finishing touches. The conversation I had with Ashley rings in my ear. Something she’d said about how it was their dream house. It makes me wonder what’s going on inside, and who the fuck would do something this tragic to such a gorgeous home.
