CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
“I meant what a lucky i***t. Anyway, Damien is pretty hot and I do not blame…” her voice faded into the distance as I realized where we were. I never wanted to be back here and how did I even lose track of where we were going?
From where I stood frozen, I could see the ruins of the house I had not set my sight on for eight years now. The memory of that night flashed before my eyes, from coming back home to find the ashes of my parents and the ambulance blaring while people clustered in small groups whispering. It all hit me had, rather painfully.
“Jenny?” I was shaken out of that nightmare when I felt Madeline’s hands tapping my shoulder rather harshly.
“Are you okay?” she questioned, her eyes full of concern.
“Yeah. It’s just that…that house is my old
