Chapter Sixteen

A few days have passed and not much has changed in the house. Chris and I rarely see eye to eye and even when we do, we always argue about something.

It was a Saturday morning. I had woken up earlier than I used to on a weekend. It was probably because I hadn't gotten used to living in this house yet.

I walked up to the balcony that was attached to my

room and took in the fresh morning air. Mist drowned everything in it and made my surroundings look cold and dreary, almost lifeless. Every day I wake up to hope that something would change about the place, that something miraculous would happen and I'd finally learn to accept the place as my new home, but it didn't. The mansion still had that foreign feeling that didn't want to accept me. Probably because I wasn't a true Storms.

The sound of tyres screeching made me jump and I looked down to see Chris's Tesla coming inside the gates.

I didn't even realize that he had been out all night.

I gazed down at the white vehicle, waiting for