The sun was starting to set, illuminating our peaceful neighborhood street with long, golden shadows when I arrived home.
I fumbled with my keys while juggling the grocery bags I'd picked up after my visit to the Blackthorns before finally managing to unlock the front door.
I headed straight inside, kicking off my flats by the front door and heading to the kitchen.
The house still smelled faintly of fresh paint and new furniture, a reminder that we'd only moved in only a few hours ago.
I entered the kitchen and immediately set about preparing dinner. My movements were automatic like I had been programmed to perform this ritual without fail.
Our kitchen had a charming balcony overlooking the backyard and the neighborhood behind our new house.
The fading sunlight filtered through t
