Chapter Thirty-Nine

The more days I spent here, the more I was reminded of the life I had lived here. I was reminded of my parents before their deaths, the events that led to their deaths, and my marriage to André.

Everything kept coming back to me. Mrs. Sanders had been able to recover our family house, which Andre had sold—I had no idea how—but I was thankful to her. It was here that Cameron and I crashed. And I assumed that this was one of the things that made those memories of the past keep coming back to me.

I had made a lot of memories in this house. Each room held a piece of me. Although Andre had sold the house, it was yet to be used by the new owners. Everything was still how we left it, except for the photos and most of our personal belongings, which I had removed from the house following my marriage to André.

I thought of Cameron. He had provided me and the children with great support since our arrival here, and I noticed that he tried really hard not to bring up his feelings; instead, he w