“Come on. Let me show you our home before I must take you back.” He adds as he leads me out the doors and down the street.

At the end of the road, we walk up to a beautiful older home. It is painted white with royal blue trim round the windowpanes. The front door looks to be made from hardwood and has a finely crafted brass wolf head handle.

The moment he opens the door, I gasp at the entry way with its gorgeous carved statues and the beautiful red roses in a big thick glass vase.

“You don’t like it?” He asks with concern in his voice and...