Hera POV
After driving for hours, I finally pull outside a building.
It's a familiar one , except for the wrong reason.
It's the same peeling paint, same rusted door where I clawed my way out years ago.
It's the same place Amelia's screams echoed, begging and pleading.
Stepping out of the car, a weird feeling overwhelms me. It's like I have time traveled back to those dark days.
Before I can take a step forward, a loud scream echoes, carrying on the wind like a ghost's wail.
I don't need to second guess whose scream that is, not with the clear instructions I gave Ghost and Shadow last night. A smile paints my lips. Good, let him suffer and have a taste of the hell he put Amelia and all those other women he forced himself on through.
I spot Ghost and Shadow waiting by the side doo
