CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FOURTEEN

VENITA:

To say that I was beyond heartbroken and intrigued by what I saw, was an understatement. I guess we all have demons in us but in different ways. Very different ways.

The hard drive, my passport, and the papers I had stolen from my Dad's diary were sadly up in flames. It meant for me to start all over again. They were my source of revenge and understanding of the mess my life had fallen into. So, I decided to go back to where all this started. Home.

Thank goodness that Lanson didn't light t when I told him I wanted to go on a walk. With the cash he gave me, as soon as his car was out of sight, I swallowed hard and stopped a cab, driving straight to where I once called home.

Entering the familiar neighborhood, nostalgia set in but I locked them out. No, I was here for a purpose and I was going to fulfill it.

What kept ringing in my head were the words inscribed on my Dad's diary. I gave in to my thoughts and called straight to the little flower garden a stone's throw from where