Iris
The following day, I wake to the sensation of warm sunlight splashing across my skin. A familiar scent, one that I’ve long forgotten and can’t quite put a name to, wafts through the cozy room, causing a small smile to spread across my face as I stir.
Home. I’m home.
For a moment, I forget that I left this place for five years. For a moment, I think that no time has passed at all, that it’s the morning all those years ago when I found out I was pregnant. Before everything happened.
It was all just a bad dream.
But then reality returns, as it always does, and my smile fades. I’m home, but not really. It’s not my home anymore. And if I don’t find a lawyer soon, I might be forced to stay here or else wind up in prison.
Arthur is apparently already at work for the d
