I flashed back to a year ago, when I had been putting the finishing touches to the restoration of this house. My beautiful house, in which everything was just how I wanted it, every surface, every wall, every piece of furniture. I remembered that day, when all the work was done, walking through each room, stepping back and taking it all in. All the work and money I’d put into this place. My heart and my soul. I’m going to be happy here, I’d thought. This is my forever home. How the hell had I got to where I was now,
