Edwina's POV...
My thoughts roamed as we got closer to the home of my young years; a nostalgic feeling swept over me as I got out of the car. The house where the memories haunted my elder sister and me. The home that seemed like the safest haven, despite it being the beginning and end of our torment.
Just as I attempted to walk into the house, Becca pulled me back by my hand.
"What are you doing, Luna Edwina?" She questioned.
I stared at her in confusion, "what do you mean?"
"I am sorry if it seems like I was eavesdropping on your conversation, but didn't she say he was alive?"
I nodded my head, "all the same, it's necessary for me to affirm his presence if he is."
"Fine," Becca responded, not sounding convinced. Turning to the driver, she told him, "if you don't see us out in ten
