Hayden walks through the living room to the patio doors, sees the garden gnome peering in the window, and nearly jumps out of his skin. “Jesus fuck! No!” He shudders. I’m doubled over laughing. “Where did that come from?” “Oh my god, it’s Daniel!” I put on a huge, welcoming smile and wave at the creepy porcelain gnome I bought earlier today. Tears sting my eyes, I’m laughing so hard. “He finally found where you live. He said he’s been searching for you.”
I need the backstory
