Reno isn't talking to me anymore, I think. He hasn't spoken to or seen me since we... went our separate ways. It hurts a lot more than I thought it would.
The house is too cold. Too many memories. Happy ones, but memories all the same. Logan, Reno...
Plus, I think Wesker might know where I live.
Maybe it's time to move. Not upstairs, of course, but to a different house down here. A new start. Something. Ondrea could keep the place, and then Reno could move back in so he doesn't have to stay in the treehouse. I'll find a new hovel, a little one, and I'll take Nathan with me.
...Is it strange to be attached to a house?
If so, I'm strange, then.