Chapter 152 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.

Edwin pulled up to the curb, and we just sat there in silence for several long moments. My throat bobbed painfully as I stared up at that place through the windshield. "We don't have to do this, you know."

The sound of Edwin's voice, smooth as butter, caressed the inside of my head. I turned to look at him and saw a gentle, if not pained, expression. I had warned him that my childhood home was... a mess, although I hadn't dared to send those images through our bond.

I didn't even want to remember them myself, let alone burden him with them.

Drawing in a deep breath, I shook my head and said softly, "It's fine. We just need to grab a couple of things and then we'll leave.

"You sure?" He covered my thigh with his hand. His touch sent a wave of warmth through our bond, trying to soothe my anxiety.

*Positive." I nodded, even though I felt my wolf curl up tightly inside of me as if trying to.. hide.

Edwin nodded, his jaw set. We walked up to the door, dodging weeds that had sprung up through cr**ks in the concrete path

I didn't bother knocking. As we entered, the musty smell of neglect hit me harder than ever scent of stale cigarette smoke, old food, and something unidentifiable made me wrinkle my nose.

with

my

enhanced senses.

The

My parents were in the living room, as usual, my father glued to the TV and my mother absently flipping through a magazine. Neither looked up as we entered.

"Mom, Dad," I called out, my voice wavering slightly as we stood in the doorway. "Tm.. I'm home. This is Edwin, my fated. mate"

in distaste. Her

her tone anything but welcoming. She turned back to her magazine, dismissing us

glance, and I rolled my

living room, we

wall on either side if he stretched out his arms. The bed was just a cr***was tattered now, and

my *

first

still piled high with high school notebooks and papers and drawings. The walls were dotted with mold along the top, some spots even sporting

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in here with nothing but that one blanket to

warm.

will just take a minute," I said as I began rifling

posters taped to the walls. He still hadn't uttered a word, although I could feel a heady mixture of

connecting us.

"What are these?

to see him pointing at a cluster of fashion magazine pictures that had been cut and pasted together; a model's smiling face taped onto a

to cut out pictures from fashion magazines and tape them together to create new outfits," I said. I walked over to the wall, pointing out a cluster of sketches that resembled those Frankenstein- esque creations. "Eventually, I taught myself to sketch that way. I'd make a collage that I liked and then try to

as he reached for the

care, studying it closely. "You were

work then, if only to hide the tears that sprang to my eyes. But as I rifled through some old papers in a drawer, looking for anything resembling a birth certificate, I felt Edwin's arms wrap around

you lived like this," he murmured, pressing

turned in his arms, burying my face in

always like this," I said softly. "My first home was much nicer

in the doorway, her eyes narrowed. She looked between us, her gaze lingering on Edwin's arms

asked, her tone flat. There was no curiosity

around me. I straightened, meeting her gaze, remaining in his embrace. "I

even **k a smile at the

told me sooner," she

face-her fully. "I just found out myself. But even if I'd known before, why should I tell you

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