LORETTA

He was quite the rest of the ride, more than once I wanted to probe further for answers, but I knew he wouldn't give me

So I sat back and watched as the familiar road came to life before me, my heart pounding

The car slowed to a stop, and the iron gates sent a shock frequency through me. My father's house.

“Elion,” I turned to him slowly, horror threading through my words. I knew the relationship between Elion and my father, it wasn't a pleasant one

In fact, I greatly feared both men being in the same room for longer than half a second. “Why are we here?”...