Chapter 17
Rachel held onto her coffee mug like a lifeline, like she was floating in the sea in a raft without a hope of rescue. It was a bit dramatic, but that’s how she felt. Not only was she going back to her childhood home, but she hadn’t stepped foot in it in over twelve years. Why had she agreed to do this again? Adam had kept reassuring her she was safe and that it was for all the women they were going to save. Which was all well and good, but she didn’t know if she could go in the house.
True, it was just a house. Nothing more than wood and glass, but it was the memories that were hidden behind those doors were what frightened her. Even as an adult the house scared her. She could remember the smell of the dank basement as her father led her down to his hidden room. She remembered
