CHAPTER EIGHTY Two The House That RememberedScarlett’s POVThe road to my old home seemed much shorter than I remembered, although I knew that was probably because I was no longer the little girl who had once travelled along it without understanding why certain places felt important to her.I sat quietly beside Ryan in the back seat while Eleanor sat across from us, holding her walking stick between both hands, and Mr. Alden sat beside the driver with a folder resting on his lap.Nobody spoke much during the journey.There were too many thoughts between us, too many questions that had followed us from the cemetery to the mansion and then to Mr. Alden’s house, and now all of those questions were leading us toward the one place I had spent years trying not to remember.My childhood home.I stared through the window as the city slowly disappeared behind us, replaced by narrow roads, tall trees, small houses, and fields that looked strangely familiar even though I could not remember vis
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