Chapter 137
The silence was deafening.
Adina stood outside the door. She had been standing there for about ten minutes. Finally, she took a deep breath and slowly pulled the door open.
The air was warm, probably because it had just been cleaned. She stepped into the house. It was the first time in years. The house smelled of roses and cinnamon, not the usual smell of cigarette smoke from her adopted father.
Her chest tightened as she looked around. Everything was exactly the same, yet somehow it felt smaller. Like the house had shrunk, or maybe she had just grown bigger. Stronger.
She took another step. The wood creaked under her feet. She stepped slowly, as if the floor might collapse under her weight.
Her fingers brushed against the faded wallpaper as she walked down the narrow hall, past the old painting of Silver Lake that she wasn't allowed to touch.
