Winter POV
We pull up into the driveway and I shudder looking at the house. Had it always looked this intimidating and imposing or was my imagination going into overdrive? I'm reluctant to get out of the car and I watch as Damien gets out, part of me wanting to cower against the seat and stay in the car. I know he's told me that father is gone forever, but a small part of me thinks he could be lying, that this could be a trap and that's what keeps me from getting out. My brother looks exasperated, but I don't care.
"Winter," he says softly, knocking on my window, "it's safe to come out, I promise he's not here."
I just looked at him and then slowly, quietly, got out, closing the car door behind me. To my surprise, Damien took hold of my hand and gave it a squeeze, I guess his way of tr
