EIRA’S POV
My aunt had always been an eccentric person, and that included her lifestyle.
I hopped off the bus and stood on a grassy path that seemed to stretch down. I exhaled slowly and began to walk down the path. The road to my aunt’s cottage has always felt long, but today, it seemed to feel longer.
On each side of the path were large trees that looked like they had been standing for decades. Their branches were intertwined together, hovering over me like a large roof. Sunlight filtered through the cracks of the branches, coming down on me like fractured pieces of glass.
As I walked further down, the humid air gradually became cooler. The air smelled like soil and earth. It was refreshing to say the least, and I could understand why she loved staying that evening. The path curved
