Kaida POV
My childhood home looked much like I had remembered it, maybe a little more run down and beat up from the years of neglect, but it still remained relatively the same. I had expected to feel a barrage of emotions when confronted with my old home again but instead, I felt nothing. Just a numb emptiness where anger or sadness should have been. Maybe it came with the knowledge that Duncan had never really been my father, or maybe it was simply an aftereffect of the years I've spent with Kane. But this place, and the memories it brought back, felt almost insignificant.
I lead Anja and Irene inside, the stale air and accumulated dust nearly suffocating to the senses. Coughing, I walked over to a window, opening it wide to allow a breeze of fresh air to breath some life int
