SCARLETT’S POV
I stood frozen in our driveway, taking in the devastation before me. Our family home, once proud and beautiful, now looked like a war zone. Windows were shattered, furniture strewn across the lawn, and deep claw marks scarred the walls.
"Who could have done this?" Mom's voice trembled as she picked up pieces of a broken family photo frame from the grass.
Dad placed a protective arm around her shoulders. "We need to focus on moving somewhere safe first. Questions can wait."
I stepped carefully through what remained of our living room. Glass crunched under my feet as I navigated around overturned furniture. The family photos that once lined the walls lay scattered and torn. My chest tightened at the sight of a shredded picture from my high school graduation.
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