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Max watched his tiny wife as he drove knowing the van behind was following to the same spot of hell. She had gone quiet knowing there was something else to find at the house. She had begun to hate the house for everything that she was. That was hard because she knew the house wasn’t at fault for the actions of her parents and siblings. It was them who was responsible for that. The house was just a symbol of the horror that they brought forth to the world.

Deanna was trying to remember something good to keep her mind from going into the place she really didn’t want to go. She had dealt with everything so well on the surface of the storm that people were amazed with her strength. She had been good at hiding herself and her feelings from everyone and even to a point Max. She understood why Max had called these two in to help. She liked them both. They were open and hon