Chapter 68

FINN

I left later in the day. Scarlett made sure I took the car with me. It felt awkward driving uptown in a BMW. Driving through the streets screamed extravagantly and when I was asked to go in the SUV instead, she insisted that I go with the one she asked me to use. 

My family was quite known as we had lived there our whole lives, right in the house our father had built. Though it was more than isolated now and lacked the luxury it used to have— several flashy cars, servants, a clean garden, and the rest —we had kept the place. No matter how bad things were, my mother insisted on keeping the house instead of selling it. It was hard to sell off a house where most of you held your most beautiful and happy memories.

As I drove along the avenue, some of the neighbors looked in my direction. I wound the windows up and thankfully, it was double tinted. Even if I drove into our house, no one would know it was me.