Chapter Five
A sense of dread filled Tabitha as the two of them walked down the familiar corridor that led to her front door. She didn't usually feel like this when approaching her front door. Something must be wrong. Then again, given the way the last four or five hours had shaped up for her, that was almost a certainty.
"You live here?" Ricky asked, looking around at the scruffy paint jobs and the doors with exposed wood showing through the finish.
She had to admit that looking through a stranger's eyes, there was something remarkably unappealing about the whole place. But it was home. A place she'd previously been able to go to when she needed shelter from the world at large.
"My whole life," she responded, trying not to think about the parents who'd moved on from this world. She st
