Chapter 81: Her Old Home

-Anastasia-

I stayed quiet most of the car ride, but my heart went crazy inside of my chest when my old home suddenly appeared in front of me. It all seemed… the same, almost. Of course, there were some changes made, but most of it was exactly the same as I remembered. Shane parked in front of the house before he turned to me, and I slowly looked at him, feeling even more disturbed than ever.

“Why this?” I asked.

“Why the house?”

I nodded.

“Why rebuild it only to make it look like the one you burned down?” I asked him.

“Because it sends a good message,” he said. “And I like the house. It’s nice. Don’t you think?”

I just glared at Shane, not believing anyone could be so cruel. I simply didn’t get it. It was just sick, and when I turned to look at the house, more old memories pushed forward, and I saw flames so big and catching on to the house. I groaned and felt the sharp pain go through my head. I lifted my hand and pressed a finger into my temple.

“So you still don’t remember