Chapter Twenty-Four
FROM THE DRIVER’S seat, Jacqui stared at the front of her house. She wasn’t sure she was ready to be alone in such a big place again. Yet, she knew it was the right thing to do. Her father had endured her nonsense and control long enough. He deserved to be in his own home, surrounded by his possessions and memories, instead of hers.
It wasn’t for his benefit that she had basically kidnapped him. It was for hers. If he returned home, then she would be alone with her memories, memories she was able to keep at bay for two years. A knot formed in her stomach, nausea threatening to overwhelm her, tempting her to change her mind. Tempted, but not persuaded.
With a deep breath, she opened her car door, determined to see her decision carried out. Passing through the doorway,
