Since leaving the house that had once been the place where he spent his days with his beloved mother, Gaara never imagined there would come a time when he would return. Just as he had expected, not a single part of the house had changed. His father must have done everything in his power to keep it exactly the same as it was the last time his mother lived there. Gaara could see it in the flower garden, and in the gazebo where his mother used to sit with him, reading him fairy tales in a gentle ...