91 Home Alone, Almost

(Winona)

I sit in the living room of my townhouse, my ankle bracelet itching against my skin. The quiet space echoes everything I do, adding to the horrible feeling of Abby not being here with me.

But I’m home. That’s a start.

Gordon Brown, my lawyer, sits across from me, a stack of papers in front of him. His legal team is scattered around the room, their faces serious and focused. My parole officer is also present. Sheila Hobbs.

I feel scared just looking at her chunky build and she must be at least six foot tall. Short hair and an expressionless face.

I glance at the clock, wondering how much longer this ordeal will last.

Gordon clears his throat, drawing my attention back to him. “Winona, we need to go over the conditions of your house arrest. These are non-negotiable, and you must adhere to them strictly. Do you understand?”

I nod, my stomach twisting with anxiety. “Yes, I understand.”

He shuffles through the papers, pulling out a sheet, he hands it to Sheila.

She reads it throug