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 ...