Beside me, Lilia looked around at the dark and dilapidated trees that hid the long stretch of dirt road. “What is this place?” I rolled the car to a stop just outside of a black, wrought iron gate with Bramwell Estate etched into its metal. “It’s where I grew up.” Beyond the gate stood the dark and dreary gothic mansion with its stained-glass windows, steep gabled roof and turret.
This place was just down the road and they used to school to "sneak" around?
