Celyne POV
The car slowed before the tall iron gates I knew far too well.
For a moment, I forgot how to breathe.
I hadn’t seen this place in years, yet the moment it appeared before me, it felt as if time had folded in on itself.
The house stood exactly the same.
Large. Elegant. Cold.
Once upon a time, I had called it home.
Now it felt like the entrance to a life I had barely survived.
I stepped out of the car slowly, my legs stiff from the long drive. The gravel crunched softly beneath my shoes as I lifted my gaze toward the house.
And just like that, the memories came rushing back.
So fast it almost made my head spin.
Laughter echoing through the halls when I first moved in.
The way I used to run down the staircase to greet Alexander when he came home late from work.
The nig
