Strange how after all this time Craig still found it difficult to catch his breath when he first opened the door to his Burbank home. For a moment he stood in the threshold, willing the panic to go away.
Images of a young boy cowering in the corner flashed through his mind. A woman with wild hair and eyes holding an iron over his head. He’d often thought of selling the house, breaking free. But it had a grip on him he couldn’t shake.
“Craig?” Alex spoke from behind him, still outside the house. “Is everything all right?”
The images faded and he flicked on a few more lights. The living room was awash in bright cheerfulness. The shadowed demons faded. He exhaled.
“Of course.” Craig stepped aside to allow Alex in.
“It’s amazing you still live in the house you grew up in,” Alex commented,
