Chapter 48 He's Waiting For You

• LACY
• The taxi slowed on the rough path to my house. The toxic, smoky, and bloodcurdling air of my little town was both nostalgic and repulsing. Every inch still smelled like crime, sex, and dirt. Returning here already felt like a nightmare.
• Not until I knocked and my little brother opened the door. Every repulsing feeling in my heart vanished. They were suddenly replaced by an overwhelming excitement.