Selena’s POV
Entering my mom’s old office, another wave of emotions washed over me. It hadn’t changed much, other than someone obviously having cleaned the surfaces for dust. Her leather chair stood behind the massive oak desk, filled with the papers she’d been working on the night it all happened. The wall of books at the back, the filing cabinets on the other wall, and the red sofa where she sometimes would let me sleep when she was working late…
I snapped out of it when Rain gently placed his hand on my shoulder, gently offering that we pick another room and maybe come back here later. But I shook my head, reassuring him that I was fine.
I had to be…
I walked over to the chair behind the desk, and as I sat down, an overwhelming sense of warmth passed through me, as if reaffirming th
