Victoria's POVI felt the salty wind hit my face as I stood looking at Dad's big house by the sea. Thirty-five years gone since I walked away. The white walls caught the last bit of daylight, windows shining like

they were watching me. I'd run from old ghosts half my life. Now I was back to be one myself.

I fixed my black jacket and pushed my hair back. Fear wasn't something I felt anymore—that had been burned away years ago—but something heavy sat in my chest as I walked up the stone path. ...