She Forced Me Out Of My Own Lake House—And Triggered A Reckoning

while I sat in the hotel room, making notes about everything I remembered from my brief time inside. The muddy footprints. The woman on the sofa. The smell of cigarettes. The burnt smell from the kitchen. Vanessa’s words echoing in my head: Why is this stupid leech here?

When I pulled back into the driveway, the extra cars were gone. Only Marcus’s SUV continue reading …