Chapter 15 - Returning To The Old House
A month later, I stood on the gravel driveway of the massive suburban estate in Virginia where I had spent five years trapped in hell.
The house was completely silent, surrounded by yellow police tape as federal asset seizure teams cleared out Luke’s luxury possessions.
I walked through the front door, my boots clicking softly against the polished hardwood floors of the foyer where Luke had once screamed at me.
I walked into the kitchen, staring at the cold stainless-steel stove where the pot of boiling water had sat on that horrific night.
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Evelyn walked in behind me, handing me a heavy steel crowbar she had retrieved from the garage toolshelf.
“You don’t have to keep anything from this house, Caroline,” Evelyn said gently, offering me a supportive, encouraging nod.
