THE VALENTINE HOUSE OF HORRORS. That's what Rossi had called it after he'd been filled in on yesterday's events in Kamloops, and Cara didn't disagree. Her childhood home was tainted with nothing but sorrow, horror, trauma, and unseeable acts. Not to mention, the vines and cobwebs in every nook and cranny of the building painted a haunting Halloween feel. It was unsettling at best.
The fact that Cara had been standing in the room where her innocence was taken plagued her. On the outside, to everyone else, she appeared unaffected by the last twenty-four hours. However, most of the team knew better. They knew it was gnawing at her insides and likely bringing her copious amounts of mental agony. None of them mentioned it, though.
