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Chapter 1

Walking into the vastly treed area for the first time in eight years fills my heart with joy, regret, hate, and a
plethora of other intense emotions. Returning to the small farmI grew up on, for the first time since I was fifteen,
is bitter sweet. In some ways, I’ve missed the place.Things like the fresh air, scent of wild flowers, the peace and
quiet. In other ways, I completely loathe this place. Most of my memories here aren’t good ones, but instead painful
ones, ones that over the last eight years, I’ve workedmy very hardest to forget or push aside so that I can live a relatively
normal life. In truth, I never thought I'd return here. Ever. I never even thought I'd return to the state ofMontana in
general. Yeah, that’s how bad it is.
As the trees part and give way to the old farmhouse my great grandpa built on the family homestead over one
hundred fifty years ago, a pang of distress hits me square in the chest as a flashback takes over my mind. The last time
I was in the house, the last time I was anywhere near this worn farmhouse at all, was the day my mother attempted to
kill me.