The Yellow House

The car pulled to a stop in front of a house on 11th Avenue, Whitestone. It was a bright yellow house, standing tall with its neatly trimmed lawn and white-trimmed windows. Vivienne’s eyes immediately landed on a man standing just a few feet away from the porch. He was dressed in grey pants and a crisp white shirt, holding a brown folder in his hand.

“Is that him?” she asked, tilting her chin in h