Liora
When I opened my eyes again, the world outside the car window looked completely different. The cold mountains and endless stretch of snow were long gone, replaced by quiet houses with rose bushes growing wild over fences and tall, old trees that stretched their branches across the road like they were trying to hold hands. Ezra had brought me somewhere safe somewhere familiar.
My chest tightened the moment recognition settled in.
“This is my grandmother’s house,” he said softly as he parked the car.
But he didn’t need to say it. I knew the pale yellow walls, the green shutters, the flower boxes bursting with violets. I knew the cobblestone path leading to the porch and the little wind chime that tinkled even when there was no wind. I knew this place because for years it had been m
