Chapter Twenty
Jung Disagrees
Jessica walked up the stairs to the front door of the old Victorian home. It felt strange to stand on that porch once more. It was the place that she had called home for her entire life, filled with memories of her childhood. The swing still hung from the ceiling where she had sat with her mother and talked while they waited for her father to come home from work. More often than not, the sun had set on them as they sat and they had gone inside before he arrived home.
She pressed the doorbell and listened to the sound of the chime echoing through the house beyond the door. With her mother, the house had always seemed warm and welcoming. After she had lost her mother, it had become cold and cavernous, more of a museum to the woman’s memory than a home.
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