Chapter 5

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Jonah’s parent’s house is nothing extravagant: a two-floor Tudor with a castle-like tower in gray-black brick on its left side. There is no front porch. Instead, three ice-covered cement steps lead up to a wrought-iron door comprised of metal roses and thorns. It reminds Jonah of Game of Thrones; a gift from Jonah’s father to his wife on their fifteenth anniversary that he calls the Beauty and the Beast door. A tiny yard decorates the house with a picket fence topped in snow.

“Home sweet home,” Jonah says.

“So, this is where you grew up?”

“I did. The first eighteen years of my life. Then I went to Templeton College and gained a degree in business.”

Sandy peers at the house, tilts his head to the right, and asks, “How did five people sleep in such a small place?”