Mitchell finally stepped into his mansion, his driver trailing behind him with the luggage. The familiar scent of the house wafted through the air, bringing back a flood of memories.
It felt like ages since he last set foot in this house. The walls seemed to echo the laughter that once filled the rooms — a laughter that now felt so distant, almost like a dream. Yet, everything still looked the same.
The furniture sat in their usual spots, the paintings hanging undisturbed. His eyes caught the dining area, and for a brief second, he could almost hear the faint voices of the past.
He vividly remembered how he and Aunt Gomez would gist and laugh over dinner, those were the good times, the pleasant memories that made this house feel like home. He could also recall how Debbie would sit acro
