Chapter 33
Anne followed her mother into her childhood bedroom, caught in a waking dream that felt closer to a nightmare with every step. Back in her parents’ house. Moving back home, at twenty-five years old.
Getting through the days in the hospital and weeks of rehab, gladly accepting probation instead of jail time, those certainly felt like some kind of success.
Her life was a different story, though. What kind of failure was she going to be if her life kept going like this?
“We can change anything you like, Annie. We want you to feel at home.”
“I am at home, Mom,” she said, walking over to look out the window. “Like I never even left.”
She could see Evan’s house from here, or at least where he used to live. His father didn’t live there anymore. That was one of the things that had
