The inside of the house was breathtaking.
I expected it to be musty or dusty because he hadn’t been here in a while, but every inch of the house was spotless. It was absolutely magnificent with the large beige couches and the flowers on the windowsills.
It didn’t just look like a home… it felt like one too. Every inch of the house told stories of love and family. There were faint scuff marks on the walls that resembled the spot where someone would mark a child’s height. One of the pillows had a stain on it that I didn’t even want to know about, and even the floors had some marks that had never been fixed.
I walked over to the walls, letting my fingers trail over the marks. They went far above my head so I knew it was Elias’ height that was being measured.
“I could never bring myself to
