Chapter 22: No Prison Like Home

I made my way home.

With a deep breath, I pushed open the door and stepped inside, bracing myself for whatever devil in a skirt that I was about to meet. But to my surprise, the house was quiet, the only sound was the soft hum of the air conditioning and the distant chirping of birds outside. Carmen was nowhere to be seen, and for a moment, I felt relieved.

But as I made my way through the house, the sense of unease returned, growing stronger. The walls seemed to close in around me, suffocating me with their silent accusation. Everywhere I looked, I saw reminders of the life I had built, now shattered beyond repair.

I wandered into the living room, sinking into the familiar comfort of the couch. But even here, I couldn't escape the weight of my thoughts. Memories flooded my mind, each one a painful reminder of the love and loss that had brought me to this moment.

With a heavy sigh, I leaned back against the cushions, closing my eyes and trying to find some peace. But no matter how har