The van finally pulled up to a gate, Benny punched in a code and drove through with the gate closing behind him. Fiona watched it close warily. Was this another form of prison for her? She didn’t want to believe it, but the drug withdrawal was taking its toll. She felt nervous and jittery and couldn’t trust her own judgment. Fiona’s head was spinning and she felt paranoid. Dear God, she needed to be alone.
Fiona stepped out of the van as soon as she could after it came to a stop. She looked up at a beautiful house. It was a huge two story building with windows all around the upper floor. There was an old fashioned porch attached to the front with three rocking chairs. The front door was painted a dark red and she could see red curtains around the windows on the first floor. She had no ide
