Chapter Ten

Victor was standing on the porch with a blanket in hand when I got home. As soon as I stepped onto the porch he threw it over the shoulders of my shivering body. Adam handed me a cup of tea and I didn't know whether to be thankful or to toss it away. The rain had showered down heavily hindering my ability to see clearly through all the hair that was matted to my head and face and the thick curtains of rain. The clothes I had been wearing was soaked down to the very last seam and thread as the water pelted off my body like a waterfall, leaving my shoes soaking as if I had stepped in a giant puddle.

Helen, on the other hand, was nowhere to be found, she didn't show up at the welcome home party. Victor whispered something about her being upstairs in their bedroom, not that I cared or that it mattered at all. She wasn't much different from my father, James. Honestly, they were soulmates, bor