Chapter 82 Beginning Of The Truth

• Ashlyn
• Riding in Sandro’s car, we finally reached Marco’s house. I’d seen this place many times before, yet tonight, it felt entirely different. The neat garden, the familiar paint on the walls, even the small wind chimes swaying softly by the porch, they were all as I remembered, but somehow… There was a gulf between my memories and the reality before me.
• Maybe because, in the space between then and now, there had been storms. Storms I never thought I’d survive.