Zayde's Point of View
I quickly make my way up the familiar path towards my parents' house. I don’t plan on staying long, just a quick goodbye before I head into potentially hostile territory. Just like my mother always requests.
I have barely stepped inside when I hear voices coming from the sitting room. As I turn the corner, I see them. My mother, my father, and Chloe’s parents sitting across from them, coffee cups in hand.
I immediately halt, unsure how they will react to seeing me.
Aunt Megan smiles warmly at me and my shoulders relax slightly.
"Zayde, my little cherub! We were just talking about you."
I chuckle at her nickname for me, shaking my head as I make my way towards her.
"I'm not that little anymore, Aunty."
"I know, but you'll always be my little cherub."
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