-Bruce-
Quinn and I continued to my bedroom where I placed the file away, and then we walked out of the house. We got in my car to drive to Ana’s house and collect her belongings. She was never staying in that awful place again, no matter what happened to her mother. As we arrived, it looked even emptier, knowing Ana was not inside. We exited the car, and then walked up to the place, the steps creaking horribly, and when I opened the door, it sounded like something out of a horror movie.
“I can’t believe she has survived this long in here,” Quinn murmured.
“If we weren’t so set on order, we could have brought her to the house soon,” I admitted.
“We should have.”
“Yeah, I know, but then she would just have been a bigger target. I mean, think about it Quinn. Let’s say we had brought her
