I was back home, not my home with Atticus, but my dad’s estate. I didn’t know how I got here, but it seemed to make sense that I was here.

The house was filled with people, and it was bustling with activity as though nothing had changed, but I knew better.

I was convinced it wasn’t real, but the familiarity of it all was convincing, and now I was confused as to why this was happening. My feet seemed to have a mind of their own and knew where they wanted to be.

I found myself heading ...