Chapter 11
The Bertram home was in the exclusive gated community of Mountain Ridge Estates, where large mansions were hidden from the main roads. The development was surrounded by large mountains and trees, so few people knew the homes were there unless they were looking for them. A little piece of heaven was what the website boasted when Tristan's mother found it four and a half years ago.
Tristan absolutely loved the house. Though it actually never felt like home, he thought as he wrote the words SAVE ME on the fogged mirror in his bathroom. He wondered if anyplace would ever feel like home.
Standing over the sink with a towel wrapped around his waist, Tristan glared at his warped reflection through the distorted letters he wrote. He thought of all the private schools, the summer homes, the vacation homes, and estates he had occupied at one time or another in his short life. Not one of those places felt warm, inviting, or homey. They were just luxury museums that held his possessions.