The next morning, just after the sun rose in the sky, the three low profile black cars left the building. The streets of Seattle were slowly waking up, and the morning air was cool and fresh. In the middle car, Eliza Monroe sat silently in the backseat. Silas sat next to her. He looked calm as always, while Marco Deluca was in the front passenger seat. And the one who was sitting in the driving seat was Richard.
They were going to the suburbs to the Kensington Villa.
Eliza felt her heart beat getting a little faster with every passing minute. She wasn't sure what she was feeling. All she knew was there was a strange mix of nervousness, fear, and sadness in her chest. She was about to see her real parent's house. The home where she was born. The place she lived in for four short years before her parents passed away, according to the people sitting beside her. She hadn't seen it in eighteen years. And now, she was going back.
