Decades slipped by in the blink of an eye.
By the time Dylan was discharged from the psychiatric hospital, he was already a feeble old man.
His back was hunched, his vision blurred, and his hair had turned completely white.
Those agonizing, heart-wrenching memories had been buried deep over time, and he had forgotten most of them. He forgot Serena, and he forgot his company. He even forgot why he had spent half his life in that dusky ward.
Guided only by a trace of vague, almost instinctive obsession, he returned to that old house.
The moment he pushed open the door, thick dust and dead silence hit him immediately.
The furniture remained exactly as it had been decades earlier. The small blanket I used to use on the sofa had long since yellowed and turned brittle; the coffee table sto
