AIDEN
I halt my car in the familiar position I've often parked it in when I still lived with Dad. It appears my stepfamily deems me too insignificant to occupy my parking space after my departure. They really despise me and utilize every opportunity to express how much they loathe my presence.
Coming back here evokes a strange feeling within me. It's like it's been years since I left here, when it's only been months. I've lost track of time over the past months, including the lingering effects of my retrograde amnesia.
I turn off the ignition and step out of the car, holding the gift I bought to congratulate Dad on his birthday. I secure the lock in place and head inside, a wave of familiarity washing over me. I had assumed I would be leaving here for good after I left, free from Bea
