Lucas’s POV
The dirt road weaved through swamp and vines; this place was off the map Amelia had said but that was all she said about it. Something in me knew that this place meant a great deal to her once, but I did not want her to feel like I was pushy. As we pushed through the swap, we made it to a driveway, the iron gates webbed and vined with time. She got out of the car and ripped them down before kicking it open, as she got in, we drove further up. As I looked out of the window, I saw a meadow, but it was not thriving with colour, it was dead. When we stopped, I turned to Amelia to see her eyes glued on the steering wheel, she did not look up which worried me.
“Are you okay?” I asked and she looked up at me and nodded before getting out of the car.
The old ruins of the mansion lay
