Darrelle's POV

We stood with the bags as she knocked on the door her hand in mine. The house was beautiful fruit trees in the front, like mango, plum, etc. The lawn was perfect with a cement drive way leading up to the veranda of the blue and white house.

The door opened and a teenage boy appeared, a bright smile immediately becoming present on his face.

"It's Nia," he shouted happily moving closer, pulling her in a hug she smiled hugging him back, she laughed slightly as a girl walked out doing the same.

"Come in and close the door before the mosquitoes start coming in," A faceless voice...