We finally stopped in front of Emma’s house. I was keeping my hands on the steering wheel, while Zia had already stepped out of the car.
“What are you waiting for?” She was wildly gesturing while her voice sounded a bit muffled by the car as she had already closed the door and was standing outside. I gripped the steering wheel. A part of me wanted to just start the engine again and ride away. Not only because of the attitude I gave Emma the last time I had visited here. It was because of the fear of going back into the darkness inside of me once again. Meeting him again. Jun. I sighed. The name I had learned last time. The name that had always been on the tip of my tongue but for some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to even imagine it. I had suffered for such a long time and now I had to
