Stewart mansion. A white Escalade as I p

e night. My eyelids burned at the lac

whisper to myself. Okay,

s really happening. I was g

ke and this would all be a bad dream. I'd have asked one o

ud. "Brianna, it's time to go." That was Ezra. "Dad

eam, it never was. It was my re

re was no need to. I

rame and yanked it open. "I'm still set

ed here with us. Not like he had much of a choice, the whole family l

and dismissive stare. If anything were to happen to father, he would be fi

one after the other. I didn't have much, but I suppose if I

a duffel bag. They carried

final look of the place I'd called my home, it wasn't grand or p

hapter of my life here at the Stewart

the stairs I find an unfamiliar face, a man clad in an all black f

luggage to haul down the

, not sure who he

you talki

his already small eyes smaller. "Yes, miss.

up my neck at the sudden niceties. "There are a co

s in twos, he brought down the rest of my

le and I was left in the living

t mother. Not any of my other siblings. I knew the

mell I'd grown accustomed to. It didn't smell wake or homey,

he last time, thinking if I'd ever have

voice thundered as he stood at the top of the

n't for a teary farewell but he c

fat

lked away. And I bid my farewell

was magnificent and expansive. We drove through the automat

the windows, maybe this really was a dre

l building that resembled the ones

mouth closed. Up close, the house was even better. The building sat in

oyalty immediately I got down. My box

e Young