Andre. I don’t remember the drive back home, apparently I had used this same road a thousand times, but nothing felt familiar at all and that’s what scares me the most.Everyone keeps saying I have been in this car a thousand times, that I know these roads better than most people know their own bedrooms, but as we pull up to the house, which is my supposed house, it feels like I am arriving at a place I once saw in a dream and never thought I would visit again.The gates slide open smoothly, like they recognize me even if I don’t recognize them.The house stands there, large and familiar in a way I can’t explain. Stone walls, wide glass windows, a driveway that curves like it was designed to impress. It should feel like home. Instead, my chest tightens.Sage sits beside me in the backseat, quiet, her hands folded in her lap. She has been doing that a lot, being quiet in a way that feels intentional, like she is trying not to overwhelm me with herself. My father is driving and Rosa is
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