PAST
SELENE’S POV:
The manor was chaotic when I stepped in. Mostly, it was just Nancy and Andrew quarreling about something very random - like which color napkins to use while setting the table or whether the flower arrangement from yesterday still looked flattering or should be thrown out.
I was used to ignoring their squabbles, though secretly, I found comfort in the noise. This suburb was far too quiet, eerily so. Even the birdsongs here never sounded quite right.
Their chatter was the only thing that felt normal - almost like home.
But today, what caught my attention wasn’t their quarreling. It was my grandmother, standing beside the long dining table in her sprawling living room.
“Hi,” I said slowly, eyes darting from Nancy and Andrew who were standing at opposite ends of the
