Tara’s POV

The car rolled to a slow stop in front of the familiar two-storey house on the quiet street at the edge of the old neighborhood. It felt all the same again. Slowly, the feeling of being home crept upon me.

Finally!

I sat in the backseat for a second longer than I needed to, with my hands on my lap, staring at the front door and at the place I once called home. It had greatly changed just from the short period I’d been away.

The whole atmosphere was silent here, and this felt like a perfect vacation location.

One of the guards, Marcus, the quiet one who...