Chapter 8
Ten minutes later, Nick pulled up in front of a large two-storey house with landscaped lawns and a shiny red sports car parked in the driveway. The house was beautiful, modern, and from the look of it had been built in the last few years.
Nibbling on my bottom lip, I looked over at Nick. ‘You must have got the address wrong. I don’t remember anything about our old house, but I’m pretty sure this isn’t it.’
He reached over and took my hand, giving it a slight squeeze. ‘This is the right address. Dan said your old place was torn down after the fire.’
My stomach sank as I stared at the house, my hope of finding a clue to Angel’s whereabouts fading. I shouldn’t have been surprised, really. The dreams had shown me over and over how bad the fire had been. But looking at the house n
