A/N: Okay, I'm having a lot of trouble uploading this chapter, so I think the paragraphs are gonna look weird, sorry. Also, I know it was an awkward place to stop the chapter but I didn't want to write any more, and I figured you guys would rather have this now than wait for me to finish the chapter.

~Abby~

I'm right in thinking that it won't be long before we'll have to face Shea. She calls two days later, in the middle of the afternoon, asking us to come over to her house to make a visit. I hate her choice of the word "visit." It implies that this is going to be a friendly, nice stay. It won't be. It's going to be uncomfortable and painful, because I know she's going to need answers as much as I don't want to give them.

"Is this it?" Jimmy asks me, gesturing up to the large brick house in front of us. I check the address I have written on the paper in my hand and nod. "It's huge," he says as we pull into the winding drive.

"Can't we just turn around and go?" I plead. He turns to me and gives me a look.

"I suppose we could," he admits. "But she'll be disappointed. And a bit pissed."

"Yeah, I guess," I sigh. I hope to stay only a little bit. Shea asked us to spend the night, as it's quite a drive from my apartment, but I don't want to stay any longer than a day. At the absolute longest.

Shea opens the front door and Madison comes running outside. They must be excited to have been waiting by the window for us, or more likely anxious. Jimmy and I step out of the car and I wait for him to walk around it before I go up to Shea and Madison.

"Hey, come on inside," Shea waves us in the house. Madison has taken a place next to my side, and tugs on me.

"Hi Shea, hey Madison," I say down to her. She smiles at me and goes ahead of me into the house.

Jimmy and I walk into a huge foyer, and I can tell by the open floor plan that the house is immaculate. Nothing is out of place, and it is beautifully decorated in a kind of Victorian style. Jimmy catches my eye and mouths "wow" to me as Shea is turned around. I subtly nod my agreement.

"Do either of you want something to drink?" Shea asks us.

"Yeah, that would be great," Jimmy replies.

Shea leads us past the staircase and down a hallway into a large kitchen. "What would you like?" she asks us, directing us to sit in the tall stools at the countertop that makes up the island of the kitchen.

"Water would be nice," I say, not a bit thirsty. I figure it will give me something to focus on. Jimmy says something that I don't quite catch, and Shea makes her way about the kitchen and we end up with two glasses in front of us.

Shea leans on the sink, on the side of the countertop opposite us. "How was the drive?"

"Long," Jimmy answers, putting down his glass of what looks to be some sort of juice. "But we missed most of the traffic," he adds.

Shea nods. "Yeah, it's not too bad. We're fairly out of the way here, that's why we chose this house."

"It's beautiful," Jimmy comments.

She gives him a weak smile. "That was another part of the reason why we chose it."

An uneasy silence comes over us, and I pick up my glass and take longs sips to keep busy. Madison appears by her mother's side, and takes one look at her and one look at the two of us. We're looking down at the counter, none of the three of us knowing what to say.

"Did Henry really kill everybody?" Madison asks in her high-pitched, inquisitive voice.

"Madison!" Shea snaps.

"What? No one was saying anything. Isn't that why they're here?" she asks.

"Go to the other room," Shea directs, her tone leaving no room for argument. Madison grumbles something unintelligible and leaves the room.

Shea visibly deflates a bit. "I don't know what to do for her," she admits.

I put my water down and finally speak up. "She seems to be handling everything okay," I say.

"That's what worries me," she tells us. "What do I when she seems to be fine when I know that she can't be?"

Neither of us knows what to say to that, so we descend into another silence. But the longer we stay quiet, the longer we're going to be here.

"Did the police tell you that, about Henry?" I ask her. Might as well get this over with.

"Yeah, yeah they did. I called them when I heard that you guys were alive," Shea responds. Another silence. "Is it true?"

"Is what true?"

"That it was Henry?" Shea states, surprisingly calmly.

"Yeah, it was Henry," I whisper. Shea puts her head in her hands and leans her elbows on the counter. Jimmy reaches over and puts a hand on my leg, out of her sight on the other side of the counter.