Chapter 25
Prue I sat on the new bed, staring blankly at the walls like they were supposed to explain the meaning of life – or at least what the hell I was doing here. It had been hours since I arrived, yet my suitcase was still zipped up like it had trust issues. I hadn’t unpacked a single thing. Maybe deep down, I was hoping for some miracle where someone would burst through that door and say, “Surprise! Just kidding. Your dad’s here to take you home.” No such luck. I already felt… lonely. A sharp sting welled up behind my eyes, but I blinked it back. I was not going to cry. Nope. Not happening. I hit the quilt beside me with a dramatic thump like it was personally responsible for ruining my life. A knock on the door cut through my emotional meltdown. Yes, I know what one looks like – don’t let
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