LORETTA

It looked exactly the same as the day I had left. My home...I don't even know if I should call it that anymore

Because right now as I stand on the porch, looking at the overgrown lawn and weed-filled garden, it doesn't feel so much like home anymore

But then again, this place stopped feeling like home a long time ago.

I've been gone for about two months now, but it feels like it's been two years since I was here.

The front doors opened before I reached them, and my father's butler ushered me in with a stiff smile. “Welcome home”

I walked past the foyer into the...