CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
I THOROUGHLY CONTEMPLATED IF I SHOULD GO WITH CARSON. Honestly, I still couldn’t read her. Some part of me was already having troubles whether I’ll be guilt tripped on this or not, or maybe I am just used to anticipate danger when clearly, there isn’t any. However, despite my lack of decision, I found myself in the driveway of our house to get the things I left. I still had plenty of things which I believe that I kept in the attic and of course, I have the right to keep them. Memories flooded my head the moment I stepped in the doorway once again, as it triggered certain memories such as the day I left, the day my mother was rushed to the hospital and those nights where I sneaked out with Trevor. It was crazy to remember those days. It was a helper who opened the door, as I silently nodded
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