Elena’s POV

As we walk into the house, the old familiar scent hits me before anything else. It still smells the same, like polished wood. Even though it has been years, the memories rise so quickly that they almost choke me. Every corner of this place holds something from my past. Some memories I cherish, and others still ache when I think of them.

I know we’re going to change everything, and honestly, that’s a relief. I want to get rid of most of the furniture. My grandmother adored this ...