Chapter Sixty Nine - Investigation

Letisha Hearst Carter

“Tish, I don’t think this is such a good idea.” I heard Vanelope panicking on my back after we got out of the car.

We stand here, in front of my childhood home. It looms tall, a two-story giant, stretching its wide arms across the land. Its mere presence sends shivers down my spine, stirring up memories I thought I had buried deep within.

From a distance, the house appears grand, but to me, it's a nauseating sight. It has been years since I last laid eyes on this place, and the rush of emotions overwhelms me. The memories of the past come rushing back like a torrential downpour, threatening to drown me.

Within these walls, I endured heavy traumas inflicted by my parents. Their treatment was a painful burden I carried, etched into the very fabric of this house. The echoes of their harsh words and cruel actions reverberate through the corridors of my mind, reminding me of the battles I fought and the scars I still bear.

I shook my head and couldn’t believe that I a