Jeremy's P.O.V.
I guided her back into the hallway and up the stairs, where we walked into a small hallway with two doors on each side. The two doors on the left side were my brother’s old room and the bathroom, and across the hallway was my old room and the bedroom of my parents. Indigo followed me silently, as I took in the space that I had grown up in. Hell, I wondered if my parents had even painted the walls or changed any furniture once, since my brother and I had moved out of our childhood home. This seemed like a trip back into time. And as I opened the door to my old bedroom, it once again looked as if time had stood still here. My posters were still hanging on the walls, my baseball cap was still lying on my desk, the place where I probably left it last. A backpack was lying in t
