There were too many dusty memories to uncover in the Westwood villa.
Alyna wanted to dig them out, light some on fire and hide the rest in her heart.
Time seemed to have stopped within the walls of her childhood home. It gave her the false illusion that she had all the time in the world to sit back and recall every good thing about the past.
To tell Eiran what her life was like when the weight on her shoulders was as heavy as a school backpack.
Just as her body began to relax to the smell of old wood, the sun peeked out of its hiding place and shattered the fragile illusion.
When the first rays of light washed the horizon, Alyna knew it was time to leave. She climbed the stairs of her old home one last time to see the attic in the light of day.
She leaned on the small window an
