I arrived home safe and sound, a sigh of relief escaping my lips as I stepped inside the familiar confines of my abode. The warmth of the house enveloped me like a comforting blanket, wrapping around my weary bones and chasing away the chill of the outside world. Every creak of the floorboards beneath my feet and the familiar scent of lavender wafting from the potpourri my mother kept in the hallway felt like a warm embrace, reminding me that I was back in a place where I felt secure and at peace—an oasis amidst life’s turbulent storms.
As I crossed the threshold, the first person to greet me was none other than Carol, Mr. Solomon’s daughter. Her presence was both a comfort and a puzzle, stirring up a torrent of memories locked within the recesses of my mind. In an instant, a flood of rec
