"Here we are," Yale said, stopping in front of a massive gate in front of us. That gate reminded me of the one in my aunt's house, but that is not possible because, I knew, for a fact that we were not going in the same direction, so it could not have been hers.
But she is still there, in the very back of my mind as I try to come up with something so that the guilt of not visiting her for so long is not going to bother me too much, at least I hope so anyway.
I really, really do need to visit her as soon as I can, there is no excuse to not visit your only remaining family member, especially when you both are really traumatized because of the same person for almost the same reasons. It is almost uncanny.
"What are you thinking about, Zion?" Yale asked, nudging me on the side. "You look a little … conflicted. Are you worried about the meeting today?"
