The moment Annabelle stepped out of the cab with her mother and Cathy, she froze. 

The little bungalow she had left a few days ago was unrecognizable. 

The sagging roof, the peeling paint and the overgrown lawn were nowhere to be found.

They were all gone like they never existed.

In its place stood a pristine home, painted in a soft cream color with dark green shutters framing the windows. 

A new porch wrapped around the front, and fresh flower beds lined the walkway.

It looked like something out of a dream. 

Annabelle blinked, trying to process what she was seeing.

“Surprise!” Cathy burst out, her face lighting up with...