Lirael's POV

The driver pulled up, and I sat there for a moment, absorbing the nostalgic aura emanating from Zephyra’s childhood home. Despite its modest size, the front yard boasted meticulous landscaping, with a delightful array of flowers and shrubs thoughtfully arranged in beds encircling the welcoming front porch.

It was a curious feeling. While I struggled to visualize myself growing up in such surroundings, I could easily conjure images of a young Zephyra, carefree and radiant, darting ...