"So this is the house where George and his family lived," Kathrine murmured, her gaze fixed on the quiet two-story building before them.
The paint had faded to a dull cream, the garden overgrown with weeds that had long since claimed the pathway. The place looked abandoned, yet something about it felt heavy—as if it still carried echoes of lives that once filled it with laughter and secrets.
"Yes," Ethan replied, his voice drawing her attention back to him. "But his sister sold it when they decided to move to another country. It was bought by someone else years later."
"Who bought it?" Kathrine asked, still staring at the house.
Ethan shrugged lightly. "The details are confidential. Whoever owns it now made sure to stay out of public records."
That only deepened Kathrine's unease. She lingered on the house for a few seconds longer, trying to memorize every detail, before Ethan finally started the engine again.
