Hera POV

After driving for hours, I finally pull outside a building.

It's a familiar one , except for the wrong reason.

It's the same peeling paint, same rusted door where I clawed my way out years ago.

It's the same place Amelia's screams echoed, begging and pleading.

Stepping out of the car, a weird feeling overwhelms me. It's like I have time traveled back to those dark days.

Before I can take a step forward, a loud scream echoes, carrying on the wind like a ghost's wail. ...