Unwelcome Homecoming

CASSIA

The ride was quiet, except for the loud thumping in my chest. Garrett's knuckles were white on the steering wheel, his jaw clenched like he was holding back a thousand words. I sat still beside him, barely breathing, unsure if I was more angry, scared, or heartbroken.

When we pulled into the driveway of the house we once called home, the memories hit me all at once like a cold wind brushing