THE SHERIFF DIDN’T COME TO ARREST ME… HE CAME BECAUSE OF WHO THE OLD MAN REALLY WAS.”

had lived in a small, worn-out house on the east side.

Or at least I thought he did.

Finally, we turned through massive iron gates.

My jaw dropped.

The driveway curved toward an enormous estate sitting on top of a hill like something from a movie.

Fountains.
Luxury cars.
Security cameras everywhere.

My son Noah leaned forward.

“Dad… are we at a castle?”

I almost continue reading …