Stewart mansion. A white Escalade as I p
e night. My eyelids burned at the lac
whisper to myself. Okay,
s really happening. I was g
ke and this would all be a bad dream. I'd have asked one o
ud. "Brianna, it's time to go." That was Ezra. "Dad
eam, it never was. It was my re
re was no need to. I
rame and yanked it open. "I'm still set
ed here with us. Not like he had much of a choice, the whole family l
and dismissive stare. If anything were to happen to father, he would be fi
one after the other. I didn't have much, but I suppose if I
a duffel bag. They carried
final look of the place I'd called my home, it wasn't grand or p
hapter of my life here at the Stewart
the stairs I find an unfamiliar face, a man clad in an all black f
luggage to haul down the
, not sure who he
you talki
his already small eyes smaller. "Yes, miss.
up my neck at the sudden niceties. "There are a co
s in twos, he brought down the rest of my
le and I was left in the living
t mother. Not any of my other siblings. I knew the
mell I'd grown accustomed to. It didn't smell wake or homey,
he last time, thinking if I'd ever have
voice thundered as he stood at the top of the
n't for a teary farewell but he c
fat
lked away. And I bid my farewell
was magnificent and expansive. We drove through the automat
the windows, maybe this really was a dre
l building that resembled the ones
mouth closed. Up close, the house was even better. The building sat in
oyalty immediately I got down. My box
e Young
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