Chapter 58 No Home
- SCARLETT’S POV
- I stood frozen in our driveway, taking in the devastation before me. Our family home, once proud and beautiful, now looked like a war zone. Windows were shattered, furniture strewn across the lawn, and deep claw marks scarred the walls.
- "Who could have done this?" Mom's voice trembled as she picked up pieces of a broken family photo frame from the grass.