#Chapter 68: Welcome Son

Liam and I hardly said anything on our drive towards the Winslow house. I knew that we were both stuck in our heads, hardly sure of what we were going to meet when we finally got there. But what I knew for sure, was that I was glad that Liam was here with me. He held my hand in the car the entire time, squeezing it lightly every once in a while, reassuring me, letting me know that he was there in all the ways that mattered. And then, I would always squeeze back. As we approached the Winslow mansion, I couldn't help but gawk at the grandeur of it all. The place looked like something out of a fairy tale, complete with perfectly manicured gardens and a driveway that seemed to stretch on forever. Even though the sun was starting to set outside, the garden lights and lamps were so beautiful and perfectly lit up the mansion in a way that made it somehow both inviting but also utterly impenetrable. I glanced at Liam, who was gripping the steering wheel a little too tightly. In the