The house felt old and quiet, holding the same calm stillness it always had. As Heira stepped inside, she was greeted by Eliana’s familiar face. The aroma of freshly cooked food filled the air, warm and comforting. It was a scent she knew too well. The taste of home, the kind of meal she had grown up loving. This stimulated her, making her eager to have a bite of something that felt so familiar.
The living room felt empty without many people around. The cushions on the couch looked untouched, like no one had sat there in a long time, and nothing else looked out of place.
The wall clock sounded loud in the silence. The family photos on the shelf made the room feel even lonelier. They were memories of when the house used to be lively.
One of the pictures was of her when she just turned tw
