Logan looked at me like I’d lost my mind when I pulled up into the driveway.
We’d arrived in the United Kingdom two days earlier. But we spent that time resting, giving Logan space to rebuild his energy reserves. I could already tell what he was thinking the moment our eyes met. Thankfully, he was smart enough not to start firing off questions until he knew the full picture.
Looking around, I realized the years had been kinder to me than they’d been to my childhood prison. The house looked like it was trying to collapse in on itself out of spite. Nodding to myself, I made a quiet promise—my kids would never know what this kind of place felt like. Ever.
I would walk the fires of Hades itself just to see them smile.
The front stoop was half-collapsed, not that it had ever been solid to b
