Chapter 52
Every curve of the long, twisting road leading up to Elizabeth’s house felt like a hidden snare, waiting to drag John back into the hell of his nightmare. Or into the hellish, unavoidable reality he’d faced waiting for his father to pick him up from a police station so many years ago.
The sprawling manor house itself normally looked like it had grown there, an organic part of the mountainside. Today the same building crouched, windows glittering like fevered eyes in the sunset, eager to devour him and Branwen both.
Fewer cars were outside than John had expected, though he wasn’t sure if that was a good sign or not. He sat beside his unmoving wife, listening to the wind against the windows of the hired car.
He wanted nothing more than to turn around and get them out of there.
