The Day I Came Home To Die

Summary

They all applauded the day I left Crest Harbor.

It was a relief, really—a madwoman like me would no longer monopolize the city’s headlines.

Until, three years later.

I was back on the front page.

It was because of the first thing I did upon my return. It wasn’t a trip home; it was a visit to the cemetery.

That day, I happened to run into my brother, Rhys Beaumont.

He asked me:

“All these years, why didn’t you come home?”

I tightened my grip on the flimsy oncology report in my hand.

I managed a strained smile.

“I’ll be home soon.”