Sophia's POV
The house looked smaller than I remembered.
Alistane pulled up to the curb and killed the engine. I stared through the windshield at the sagging porch, the peeling paint, the crooked mailbox my dad had hammered into the ground when I was six.
This was the house my parents built for me. My little sanctuary. I hadn't stepped foot inside since the day I married Derek.
Now it was the only place left that would take me.
I reached for the door handle. Alistane's voice stopped me.
"You're staying here?"
"It's my house." I said subconsciously.
He didn't respond right away. I could feel his gaze sweeping over the cracked windows, the overgrown weeds choking the walkway, the front step that had rotted halfway through.
My face immediately turned red. I began to feel uneasy and r
