Constance
It was off to my parent's house. After spending too long arguing with Scar, I finally convinced him that I was a big girl and could get a cab to take me to my parents. I always loved being here, even when I was younger.
My parents owned a mansion-styled home out in the countryside. There were no other houses anywhere close to them except for his brother, my uncle Joe. That man was a handful, more so than my father, and that was saying something.
When I pulled into the roundabout driveway, I paid the cab driver as I climbed out, peering up at the home that held so many great memories. This place was special, and not just because of the memories that I had here. The ground you walked on felt magical, and every nook and cranny in that house felt like it held power, sung it to yo
