Lyla

Surprisingly, it had hardly changed since the last time I’d been here.

The air was stale with cigarette smoke and dust that clung to the walls of the entryway, staining the once brightly colored wallpaper an old yellow color. I wrinkled my nose and tried not to sneeze at the sudden change in air quality—not wanting to offend my parents mere minutes after they agreed to house me and my friends for the time ...