When he was over the fence he immediately regretted it. What was he hoping to accomplish? The fence would be unlocked if Korbin were here. He had to stop being so compulsive. This is what Celia had hated about him, why they'd been divorced, why he was never allowed to sit in that rocking chair holding that small bundle of warmth and softness.
Steven wasn't even sure anyone lived here anymore. Not a single light was on, the garden looked utterly dead, and everything on the porch had a layer of dust and dirt.
It was too late to turn back now, though. Steven shook off his doubts and walked toward the front door. He grabbed the door knocker with a shaky hand and banged three times quickly on the door.