Chapter 91

It wasn’t until we were walking the streets from our childhood that images of our childhood flashed before me. Just short little glimpses. Samantha falling off her bike. Mom yelling at me for playing in the street or even Samantha and our gang laying under the stars, eating ice cream.

Samantha had soft tears running down her face, as she would occasionally stop at a bloodstain on the street. I knew it had rained, but I guessed the rain hadn’t washed off all the stains on the street. We were standing on the street, looking at the charred, molded and completely destroyed house. The only thing standing was the brick chimney, but even that was partially fallen. Jameson was rubbing her back as she internally debated if she wanted to move closer to it.

As the wind blew my hair in my face, I could feel the water changing. It was getting colder, and it smelled like rain. It almost had an ominous feeling. Tuning out Samantha and Jameson, I just focused on the tree line. There were a few bir