ALLISON’S POV
The taxi rolls to a stop but I don’t move. My bag is wedged between my knees, and I stare at the house through the smudged window like it’s a haunted building instead of my home.
“You getting out?” the driver asks, glancing at me in the rearview.
“Yeah.” I grab my bag. “Sorry, one second.”
I exhale, push the door open, and step into the snow. The driveway is shoveled, but that only makes my heart race even more.
Last night, I seriously considered staying with Justin instead of coming home. He convinced me to do it, but now, standing here, I want to run. After skipping Christmas, ghosting my family, and all the mountain of mistakes I’ve piled up…can I really go in there?
“Allison, you can do this,” I mutter to myself, shoving my hands deeper into my coat pockets as I s
