ERYNA
We passed the bustling night market, picking up flowers and small sweets that Serena liked along the way. I knew she was trying her best to cheer me up, and at some point, I began to feel better.
But a dark cloud of doubt still hung heavy on my shoulders. Was I allowed to be this free? Could I be allowed to have a break and smile because of a friend's funny antics with the hot pie that she hilariously struggled with.
Would I one day be able to?
It wasn’t long until we finally reached the family's front steps of her house, the large family home with their signature grand shop on the first floor, but since I was a visitor today and not a customer, Serena had pulled me to follow through the backdoor.
It was made for family members, and this entrance seemed more private and beautif
