“What is this place?” The scenery gave me hope. The gardens, which were about all I could see so far, were lush and beautiful, and the building up ahead looked like one of those Antebellum mansions from an old black-and-white movie. The kind that has stately Greek marble columns running around the front and sides with a wraparound porch perfect for enjoying the view while avoiding the heat of the sun.
My heart started racing with excitement because, truth be told, after everything that had happened in the last few days, I was expecting to be left in a ditch somewhere by these people. Though no one had physically harmed me to this point, their actions toward me have been anything but friendly or welcoming.