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Chapter 33 - Chapter 25

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‎Avery's POV

‎After leaving the house in a panic, we had been driving for what felt like hours.

‎In reality, I didn't even know where we were going.

‎My mother, however, knew perfectly well. It showed in the way she stared straight ahead at the road, unblinking, as if even the slightest blink could make everything fall apart.

‎A heavy silence crushed my chest.

‎I was sitting in the back seat, Daniel stretched out across my lap.

‎Poor thing—he'd fallen asleep as soon as the car started moving. His face was pale, his lashes fluttering every now and then… his mind was still foggy, probably dizzy too. I could feel his uneven breathing against my thigh.

‎I hadn't asked a single question.

‎I wasn't even capable of it.

‎I was still dazed… shocked… as if my brain refused to process what had just happened back home. Everything had come too fast, too hard.

‎I didn't even notice when my eyelids finally gave in to exhaustion.

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‎The car came to an abrupt stop.

‎I jolted awake, my heart pounding.

‎My mother unfastened her seatbelt, holding back a shaky breath, and finally looked at us—almost as if she were checking to make sure we were still in one piece.

‎"You okay, you two?" she asked, trying to sound steady, though her voice trembled.

‎Then she asked me to gently wake Daniel.

‎I placed a hand on his arm. He groaned softly and sat up, blinking sleepily.

‎Only then did I lift my gaze toward the outside.

‎And I froze.

‎"No…" I whispered.

‎We were there.

‎In front of our old lake house.

‎I hadn't seen it since I was eight years old.

‎Not since… the incident.

‎The one that had stolen part of my childhood memories.

‎The one no one ever talked about.

‎A breeze brushed my skin, sending a shiver through me.

‎Why here?

‎Why now?

‎Something wasn't right.

‎And the more reality settled in, the stronger that oppressive feeling became…

‎As if everything waiting for me inside that house had always been meant to catch up to me.

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‎We went inside.

‎And it was as if time had never touched the place.

‎Despite my blurry memories, I immediately noticed that nothing had changed.

‎What was even stranger—

‎No dust.

‎No cobwebs.

‎Nothing.

‎Even though the house hadn't been lived in for years.

‎I scanned every room, every detail, searching for a clue, some kind of logic.

‎My mother simply told us to go take a bath, "to wash off the fatigue."

‎But I knew the truth.

‎She just wanted to avoid our questions.

‎Bad move.

‎When Daniel walked away, I finally confronted her.

‎"So… are you going to explain?" I asked.

‎"This isn't the time, Avery. We're all exhausted. Go take a shower and change, I'll make something for us," she replied, forcing a smile.

‎"Oh, we're exhausted, alright. And I wonder why."

‎"Enough with the sarcasm. Please go upstairs."

‎"Are you serious right now, Mom? You, of all people—always so cautious—how could you let that… that psychopath stay in our house?"

‎"Avery…"

‎"No, Mom. Don't even try to dodge this. That guy hit Daniel and he…"

‎I swallowed hard.

‎"I don't even know what he did to me."

‎That's when she noticed the mark on my wrist and rushed toward me.

‎"What is that?" she asked, grabbing my arm.

‎"It's nothing. That's not the important part."

‎I pulled my arm away.

‎"Did you know there was a secret passage in Dad's office? That it leads to some strange room filled with weird objects?"

‎Her complete lack of reaction hit me like a slap.

‎She knew.

‎"So you knew. Since when?"

‎"That's not imp—"

‎"There! You're doing it again. Running away from the question."

‎"Stop asking questions and go take a shower," she said, looking away.

‎"Mom!" I shouted.

‎"Avery Shirley Greenne!" she yelled back.

‎"Go upstairs and change. Now. And enough with your pointless questions!"

‎I stared at her, my throat burning.

‎"Fine. Have it your way. But I will find out. Sooner or later."

‎I went upstairs, ignoring her when she tried to apologize.

‎"Oh, not this again…" she sighed, rubbing her forehead.

‎Daniel had heard everything.

‎And while I stormed upstairs, my heart pounding with anger, my mother received a call.

‎"Finally. You're calling."

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‎"Where are you?"

‎…

‎"Okay. Hurry. I need you."

‎"They're starting to ask questions…"

‎"And I don't think I'll be able to hide all of this after what happened."

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