Chapter 199 Shadows Of The Past

• PETER
• Crossing the threshold of my childhood home, the air instantly fills my lungs with the stale scent of bourbon and cigar smoke. It's so familiar that for a second, I almost feel like that scared little boy again, standing in this very hallway while my father yelled from the other room. Some things never change.
• "Linda!" my father's voice booms from the living room, slurred and angry. "You back from patrol yet?"