Kapitel 21: Chapter 9 - Gabriella (1)

~A house is made of walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams — Unknown~

Home, he says.

I internally scoff at the word. All my life I have never dreamed about—much less, thought of—Chicago as my home. If anything, I think it's the most dreadful city for me for as long as I can remember, knowing that the Morellis reside here.

But here I am. Right in the middle of the Monster's den.

I tightly grip my phone, thinking about who I should call. It's been more than twenty-four hours since I left New York. More than twenty-four hours since the last time I saw J… The thought of him sends sharp pangs into my heart and I clutch my chest, breathing deeply as I mentally shake my head, ridding it of dark thoughts.