Ryder stepped out of the car and shut the door. So this was Alecia's childhood home. Nothing but a two-story white house with a wraparound porch. A few brown and bare bushes ran around it. Dead leaves covered the front yard – halfway hiding a few elves and squirrels painted in green mold. He took his coat off and slung it over his shoulder. This was not his world. How could four people have lived in that home?

Alecia walked up to him, slipping her hand in his. “This is where I grew up.”

“I see.”

“Alecia,” an unfamiliar female voice said.

He looked up and saw her sister Trina...