The car pulled up to stop outside the East Serenity Residence. The same familiar iron gates were looming like silent guards. The air felt heavy —too still, too quiet —as though the house itself was holding the breath.
Arwen sat in the back seat. Her eyes staring blankly at the gates that had once been a mark of warmth, safety, and countless cherished moments. But now they were only reminding her of the bitter truth waiting inside. Her fingers clenched around the fabric of her dress, her knuckles turning white in effect.
Aiden stepped out first and opened the door. The cool breeze brushed against her face, carrying the faint scent of wet earth and old roses —Granna's favourite.
The scent alone nearly undid her. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to move forward.
As her heels clicked softly against the cobblestone path, every step toward the entrance felt heavier than the last.
