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Chapter 25: New Hope
After leaving Philadelphia on a wild goose chase, I drive to the small town of New Hope ironically in the hopes of catching her in the act this time. When I stop with my new car in the driveway of my parent’s old house, I hesitate before unlocking the door. The last time I had been here was when I was 7 years old.
Remembering ice skating in the backyard and breaking my arm, I wince at the thought of just how much it hurt and the whooping I got when my dad found out. My dad had a temper not unlike mine and when he was mad you did not want to be found. The problem is that I always had a knack for being in the wrong place at the wrong time and still to this day it haunts me and is evident when she plays her game.
Opening the front door, I notice the cobwebs as the first thing that catches my eyes and then on the floor in front of me is something I didn’t expect here at all. One of my old train sets from when I was small is laid out on the h
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