Two hours later
I step out of the truck and stare at my parents house. It looked as if nothing had happened to it. There was no destruction to the house anywhere. Staring at the house I almost thought my parents would run outside arms wide open, smiling, excited to see me home. A tear runs down my cheek knowing that, that would never happen, not ever again.
Rose comes out of the truck and walks up behind me saying, “Awesome house. It’s so beautiful and has that vintage kind of look to it.”
I hear a door open and close then footsteps come running towards me.
“Annabelle?!” a female voice says, almost tearful.
I turn my head to see Hannah, my next door neighbor, looking distraught. “Hannah? I thought I’d never see you again,” I tell her, reaching my arms out for her. I start full on cryi
