Vivienne's POV
As the car drove into the premises of my father's house, I felt my heart race in my chest. Staring at the building that grew bigger as we got closer did nothing to ease my nerves. This was my home.
I grew up here. For the past twenty-two years, I had been in this mansion not once ever thinking I would have so much resentment and fright linked to it. I had bad memories. Memories that haunted me every day.
Was it not crazy that others felt happy, thrilled to be back in the home they grew in and excited to meet their families again, even though it was just a week of separation? But I felt the complete opposite.
I felt dread. I felt unsure. I was close to informing the driver to take me back to the pack house and away from this place as much as possible. I didn't want to co
