I took one of the light bags from the pile and hurried inside, my legs still feeling weak and trembling from the encounter in the car. I went straight to the guest bathroom and locked the door behind me.

I needed to wash myself, to scrub away the physical evidence of what had just happened. Once I was finally done and felt somewhat composed, I headed to Henry’s mom’s room to see her.

It was a very large, one storey family house with a faint scent of lavender and mothballs. Henry’s mom was struggling to get up from the bed when I entered the room. She must had heard noises...