Ryker
As the car engine stopped, I took a deep breath to compose myself. There laid a knot in my throat, a strange but present weight that always came when I was here.
Every single damn time.
I couldn't understand it.
Sometimes I wondered if something was wrong with me. This was the place I'd been raised in, yet coming here often felt heavy. Almost unwilling.
“Shut the hell up.” I whispered to myself.
Nonsense. That was all it was.
This was also my home and they were my family. For this, visiting them should never feel like a chore.
But now, there was an even more important reason to brace myself, a reason to hide.
Taking a deep breath, I stepped out embracing the evening chill.
The Falloway mansion, technically still within the city yet remote from the public, was where I had
