~ HARRISON ~
I stared at the screen, confusion and a strange sense of nostalgia washing over me as the image of the warehouse burned a hole into my mind. That warehouse belonged to my late father.
I frowned, my mind spinning as I tried to make sense of what I was seeing.
The warehouse had been a part of my life up until after my father's death. My father had started a beauty business a few years before he passed away, using the warehouse as a factory to make his skincare products. I could still remember that, at the time, the warehouse had been a vast building filled with machinery and the scent of various creams and lotions.
But then, a few months before his death, everything stopped. It just ceased as if it never existed. At the time, I thought it was because my father had been sick
