Nadine POV
The sun shone brightly through the windows, casting a warm glow across the old wooden floorboards of my childhood home. I took a deep breath, savoring the familiar scent of lavender and vanilla that always seemed to linger in the air.
As I sat on the front porch, sipping my coffee and gazing out at the overgrown garden, a thought suddenly struck me: my parents' bedroom. It had been locked ever since they passed away, and I hadn't dared open it yesterday when Layla and I first arrived.
I set my coffee mug down on the porch railing and made my way over to the door. The brass handle felt cold in my hand as I turned it slowly, unsure of what I might find inside.
I hesitated momentarily before finally turning the key in the lock and opening my parents' old bedroom door. The fami
