Chapter 96

SCARLETT

With the way Finn described his home, I believed he lived in a ghetto area or something. I thought he lived in Modesto. 

Not that it mattered if he lived in a dilapidated building or anything. I didn't imagine he was going to but I thought he lived in the ghettoest of areas. 

As we drove through an avenue with clean roads and clean trees and grass, I thought we were going deeper into the trenches, but heck, it was a beautiful building almost at the end of the road with other beautiful houses surrounding it. So why didn't he want me to come? Was there something he was hiding?

"Finn," I turned to look at him as he pulled into the very spacious garage. This didn't look like a house that belonged to a random middle-class American. "Is there something you're not telling me?"

He unclasped his seatbelt and turned to look at me. "No. What are you talking about?"

It was none of my business. Not now at least. I mean, we were closer than u