*Kiera*
As we pull up to Will’s parents’ house, my heart races. It’s a small but cozy-looking place, with flower boxes spilling over with colorful blooms and a welcoming front porch. I can’t help but feel a wave of warmth wash over me. This feels like home, even if it’s not mine.
Will glances at me, a hint of pride in his voice. “I offered to buy them a bigger place, but they love it here. It helps my dad with his dementia, having everything familiar around him.”
I nod, the tone of his voice, the look in his eyes is a clear testament to how much he cares for his family, and it makes me admire him even more. “That makes sense,” I say softly, hoping to convey my understanding.
He steps out of the car, and I follow suit, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. This is it. I’m about to m
