TIMOTHY’S POV
The small town at the edge of the city was a stark contrast to the opulence and extravagance he had grown accustomed to. Here, the houses were modest, and the streets were lined with trees that rustled gently in the breeze. It was a place where time seemed to move a little slower, and the worries of the world faded away.
Timothy parked his car in front of a quaint, single-story home that had seen better days. The paint on the exterior was peeling, and the garden was overgrown with wildflowers. It was his mother, Lydia’s, sanctuary, a place of simplicity and solace.
He took a deep breath, his heart heavy with a mixture of guilt and longing, before he got out of the car and walked up to the front door. It had been a while since he had visited, and he knew that his absence ha
