Once I arrive at the front door of the house, I knock on it softly. There's no reply. So I try the handle and push the door open. As expected, the house looks exactly the same as it always does. It smells of fresh paint and dust. I follow my parents' advice and leave my boots at the door before I slowly make my way through the house, heading straight for my room. But after entering my bedroom, I stop. I've barely entered the room when I hear a familiar voice coming from upstairs.

"...I don't know what you think you're gonna do! I'm not letting you go back there!"...