He checked the numbers as he walked—Riverside Street 12, 14, then 18. His pulse quickened. He was getting closer. But then the houses ended abruptly at Street 20. Beyond that, the road curved sharply upward toward the wooded slope, no sign of new houses, only broken stone walls and overgrown weeds.
Ethan frowned, retracing his steps to make sure he hadn’t missed a turn. He circled the area twice, scanning for another lane or hidden driveway. Nothing. Riverside simply stopped where it stopped. No number 25. No hint of anything ever having been there.