Chapter Ten
Dylan
It feels strange, walking up the garden path to Mia’s grandma’s house as the sun is setting, but it also feels so familiar with the warm light in the kitchen on and people moving around inside. I’m still too far away to hear them, but the sight is almost like a postcard, an otherwise very drab postcard, with the drenched garden and everything, but it’s still a nice sight. A very welcoming sight, much more than coming home to an empty garage.
I open the front door and the warmth immediately wraps around me. There’s an amazing scent in the air, something that reminds me of apple pie, but also other warm scents, fall scents.
Elly darts from the living room, greeting me excitedly. “Welcome home!” She hops from leg to leg as I take my shoes and jacket off, waiting impatien
