Home Again

The plane ride to New York was short and quiet. They rented a car at the airport and drove to a place she never thought she’d go back to, home.

“This place is huge, Lee, who owns it?” Maria was in the back seat; her head was sticking out the car window and into the freezing air.

She had inherited it when her family died—well that was the story until a few hours ago. This was the first time since that fateful day back home and she had to admit, Maria had a point. It looked bigger than she remembered; no longer a house but a mansion. Hopefully, it was still the same on the inside.

“This was my home thirteen years ago.” Lee turned the ignition off, ignoring the pity eyes staring at her. “Let’s go in.”

She got out of the car and walked to the door. Her hands trembled as she tried to put the key in. Ann took the key out of her hands and opened the door. It swung open, hitting the wall behind it before it ca