CHAPTER TWENTY
The inside of the house had been completely gutted, the walls stripped of everything resembling decoration. Flaked paint clung to the wooden panelling, and mold crept over every surface. Brickwork from the foundation of the house protruded into the hallway, and the ceiling had been all but dismantled in a frenzied hunt for who knew what. The building once called her home was now a haven for woodworm and a myriad of small insects, many of which scuttled, upon being disturbed, in search of darkness.
“Eva, you shouldn't go in there,” warned Madden. “Look at the state of the place. It's not safe, especially for someone in your condition.”
She could not believe what she was seeing. “No, I have to. If you all want me to truly move beyond this, I have to. You don't have to come
