Zoe's POV
The taxi rolled to a gentle stop, its tires crunching over the loose gravel that lined the narrow driveway.
"We're here."
The driver's voice pulled me away from the endless storm inside my head.
I blinked and slowly lifted my eyes toward the windshield.
This was it.
The Donovan residence.
Well...
Not exactly their home.
Mr. Donovan had explained that this little place belonged to an old colleague from the police department. He and Garrett had been staying here ever since they reopened my parents' case in Lakeside. Their actual home was still in Vermont, nearly six hours away. They had only intended to remain here temporarily until the investigation reached its conclusion.
Temporary.
Funny how that word seemed to follow every part of my life.
Temporary homes.
Temporary names.
Temporary happiness.
The house itself reflected that same feeling.
It wasn't luxurious by any means.
