Chapter 152 Hellhole
- Audrey
- My stomach twisted into knots into knots at the sight of that peeling paint, that overgrown lawn, those cracked windows letting in the cold late-autumn air.
- The sight of my childhood home brought back a flood of memories I had tried hard to forget. The house looked even more dilapidated than I remembered, the porch sagging slightly and the windows clouded with grime.