KILLIAN
An hour later and I was in front of the house where I grew up as a child. The tight feeling in my chest each time I get home was back again.
"Hmmm." I took in a deep breath, "Hey man, you can press your can horn now." I said to the taxi driver.
The first person or rather set of people I saw besides the domestic staff were my mom, grandmom and sister, the trio after my life, my mom being the leader. They were sitting under a canopy talking and laughing.
They were the exact set of people I actually did not want to see this morning, my mom especially, judging from our last phone call. I won't be surprised if she hadn't told her mother and daughter.
"Oh God." I sighed, regretting instantly where I did go through the back gate. The taxi driver even made it worse by parking right
