ALLISON’S POV
I remained in the car for more than thirty minutes, staring at the place that birthed my success and my bad memories. The pack was still very much the way I remembered it, its high tall gate, the beautiful garden my parents built in hope of pulling people in before they saw the worst part of it. And the house was just as I left it, the spring in front of it and the flowers surrounding it beautifully. I heaved a deep sigh, resting my head on my car seat for a split moment and rethinking about my choices.
I was going to face everything once again, the people, my sister, my parents. I was going to see the four corners of the walls that made me feel alone, truly alone and that made me feel unacceptable in every part. All of the memories, all of the pain, their whispers, the rum
