Leah led Sath into her family home, a modest but cozy house that felt like a warm embrace. The walls were lined with simple wooden shelves holding small trinkets, jars of dried herbs, and framed pictures of Leah's childhood. The scent of something sweet lingered in the air, likely from her mother's baking.
"This is it," Leah said with a smile, spreading her arms as she gestured to the space. "It's nothing fancy, but it's home."
"It's perfect," Sath said sincerely, his eyes scanning the room. He could see Leah in every corner—in the neatly stacked books by the window, the colorful woven rugs, and the small vase of fresh flowers on the table.
Leah led him to her room next, a small space full of Leah's personality. The bed was draped in a soft, patchwork quilt, and the shelves were lined w
