It’s been thirty years since I stepped foot in this house.
Everything is just as I remember it. My bed, with the white headboard adorned with hearts. Even the kitchen’s flaky wallpaper — the same as when I was a child — still peels off the wall.
The memories are as vivid as if they were yesterday.
The day my mother vanished. The night my father died.
The house hasn’t moved on. Neither can I.
I can’t leave until I learn what happened all those years ago. Why my mother left. What really happened to my father.
Every family home has secrets. I know that.
But the secrets in mine might just kill me.” DRIVE