LEILA
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My living room was transformed from the usual everyday space to an unexpected gathering, soft candles flickered on the coffee table, casting dancing shadows on the walls, filling the air with a delicate, subtle light, and floral arrangements, were placed strategically around the room, their delicate scent filling the air, a space created just for her, just for this day, just for my mother, a small private memorial, here, in my home, Damien had arranged it all.
My eyes turn back to Sophia, as everyone stares at me with the candle in their hands.
My eyes searched for the familiar faces aside Sophia, who had her hand resting gently on my back, sharing the moment of surprise with me.
He obviously had access to my house so it was easy to do all of this, but how did he know I wa
