The drive back to the house felt longer—no. It actually was longer than usual. Maybe it was because my nerves were stretched tight. Maybe it was because silence pressed down on me so hard that even my breathing sounded loud. Or maybe it was because every passing second drew me closer to the one place I both wanted and feared returning to. 

This Godforsaken house. 

Except it didn’t feel like home anymore. Not after everything. 

Scott didn’t speak the whole drive. His ...