"Mr. Thompson, we are here," the taxi driver spoke, pulling Aiden out of his trance.
The young man rolled the car window down and stared at the place that he used to call home.
Aiden felt an indescribable sense of desolation as the car that took him there left him behind. It took a very angry Grandma Thompson to take Aiden out of this place twelve years ago.
At that time, they swore not to come back ever again.
And yet, Aiden found himself coming back, again and again, a few times a year while he was financially dependent on his father.
And here he was, once again.
The young man took a deep breath and calmed the turmoil in his heart.
He was not coming back to this house.
He was just visiting.
No, not even visiting. He was just attending Alain's birthday party against his will.
It would take two to three hours tops, and then he was free to go.
