#Chapter 152: Hellhole

Audrey My stomach twisted into knots into knots at the sight of that peeling paint, that overgrown lawn, those cracked windows letting in the cold late-autumn air. The sight of my childhood home brought back a flood of memories I had tried hard to forget. The house looked even more dilapidated than I remembered, the porch sagging slightly and the windows clouded with grime. Edwin pulled up to the curb, and we just sat there in silence for several long moments. My throat bobbed painfully as I stared up at that place through the windshield. “We don’t have to do this, you know.” The sound of Edwin’s voice, smooth as butter, caressed the inside of my head. I turned to look at him and saw a gentle, if not pained, expression. I had warned him that my childhood home was… a mess, although I hadn’t dared to send those images through our bond. I didn’t even want to remember them myself, let alone burden him with them. Drawing in a deep breath, I shook