The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the meticulously manicured lawns, illuminating the familiar facade of the mansion that stood both imposing and inviting.
Arthur caught up to Ashley, his eyes darting around as he nodded thoughtfully.
"What are you looking for, like something bad might happen?" Ashley tilted her head, curiosity dancing in her gaze.
"I'm just relieved the house is still standing! Seems like my second uncle really took good care of you—you didn't burn it down after all!" Arthur chuckled softly.
"Fuck you!" Ashley's eyes widened in mock outrage as she shot him a glare.
Just then, the front doors burst open with a rush of energy.
"Big brother!"
Liz, his thirteen-year-old sister, came sprinting down the steps, her sneakers skidding on the gravel as she launched herself at him. Arthur barely had time to brace himself before she collided into him, wrapping her arms around his waist in an enthusiastic embrace.
