I reached the corner and froze.

This neighborhood was a blank map in my head. I pulled out my phone to hail a ride.

In the app, under the "Saved Locations" tab, two entries sat there in silence. Both were labeled "Home."

One was in the East End, the other on the West Side.

Which one was actually mine?

I closed my eyes and tapped one at random.

The car pulled up to a suburban villa. The sycamore tree in the yard was bare, its brittle limbs stripped naked. I had watched that tree grow for as long as I could remember.

Somehow, I had ended up at my parents' estate.

The door creaked open. Mrs. Knight stared at me, eyes wide with confusion. "Serenity? What are you doing here at this hour?"

I was speechless.

I couldn't exactly tell her that I had forgotten where my own house was.

Desmond Knight pulled up, his face a storm of fury. He didn't waste a second; he grabbed my arm and shoved me into the passenger seat of his car.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, staring at my lap. "I got the address wrong."

Desmond didn't even look at me. "Serenity, stop playing these games. You shouldn't have involved my parents in this."

I shook my head violently, panic rising in my chest. "I didn't! I swear, I just made a mistake."

Desmond slammed on the brakes, the car screeching to a halt in the middle of the road. "Serenity! When did you become like this? Is this your new strategy? Pulling these little stunts?"

He turned to me, his gaze cutting right through me. "How many times have you been to the hospital? Do you honestly think this performance is funny?"

"You're the one who asked for the divorce! What, having second thoughts? Trying to use my parents to force me back into this?"

I clamped my mouth shut.

Admitting that I couldn't even remember which house I lived in sounded pathetic, even to me.

I followed Desmond back to our place in silence. Just as we reached the driveway, he stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes shifted to a figure standing near the entrance.

"What are you doing here?"