Laci stood on the sidewalk, staring at the house in front of her. She could feel her heart thudding in her ears, her breathing coming in heavy pants as she felt the panic coursing through her. The house needed painting; it’s once bright sun yellow now a dim, faded glow. It’s landscape also needed a green thumb, weeds needed pulling, branches trimmed, and the yard edged. The windows needed cleaning as well. It was almost like the place had been lost in time, even though people still lived there. How could they let it fall apart like this when her father spent so much time taking care of it?