He really did take me to my parents' place.
But the more normal things seemed, the more unsettled I felt.
***
After Sean left, I stood in the kitchen doorway, watching my mother bustle around, humming softly as she cooked. My eyes stung with tears.
She had been so respected, so kind. And in the end, she and my father had died because of me—because of a video that ruined us all.
As their only daughter, I'd brought nothing but disgrace. They had loved me, trusted me and I had dragged them into hell.
My father noticed I was unusually quiet and asked, "Did you have a fight with Sean? You need to work on that temper of yours. Don't be too hard on him. He's a good guy—maybe a little too forgiving, even."
In their eyes, Sean was the perfect son-in-law. Polite, generous, attentive.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced a smile. "No, nothing like that. He's just away for work. I thought I'd come spend some time here."
In my previous life, one night in that hotel destroyed everything.
This time, I'm staying right here at my parents' home. Nothing should go wrong... right?