After chatting with her mother for a while, Lara excused herself and headed upstairs to her old bedroom.
As soon as she stepped inside, a wave of nostalgia washed over her. Everything was just as she had left it before she got married. The soft pastel walls, the neatly arranged books on the shelf, the familiar scent of lavender lingering in the air—it was as if time had stood still in this space.
Her gaze wandered to the familiar digital photo prints decorating the wall across from her bed. A small smile tugged at her lips as she walked closer, tracing the edges of the pictures with her fingers. Most of them were of her with Ali and Duke. They were snapshots of their college days—laughing at cafes, posing in front of random places, pulling silly faces at the camera, celebrating birthdays
