VINCENT'S P.O.V
I walked down the stairs, my eyes squinted. The house was quiet, and I did appreciate the lack of noise. Jordan was up there, fretting about the coronation. I have never loved the celebration. To me, it was just another of my mother's birthday where she was barely even alive.
I opened the cellar and walked into her room, the small rose I had removed from the vase in the sitting room in my right hand. Along with it was a box of hair bands. I noticed that she had taken a hair band and had even fallen asleep with it.
I just hoped she wouldn't push me away. I stopped right in front of the door and took in a deep breath. I could hear her giggling from inside, and I hoped that smile wouldn't fade with me walking through that door.
Slowly, I opened it, then broke into my bes
