Home, she was going home.
It had been 9 years since the last time the James estate had seen any life. The siblings never went back home after the accident that ripped their family apart. Well, Damien had gone but no one would ever know that.
Jenny had sworn to keep clear of the home, along with Amelia and surprisingly Jia.
Jia had people clean up the house so it wouldn't be dusty. Her parents hated dust. The estate was big and it was easy for someone to steal from Jia, but she had a reputation for herself. Her reputation preceded her.
She was ruthless.
She was the harshest and coldest of them all. No one would ever wish to be on her wrong side. Stealing from her was one thing, but stealing from her family's house, that screamed bloody murder.
Anyone who wanted to die in the worst ways possible would sign up to go try robbing the James estate. That's how much Jia loved her house. But there was more than just the house there or even the whole estate.
