Vaelin's POV
As Lyra and I walked up to the old house, it was obvious the place had been completely neglected. The building that used to feel so familiar now looked worn down and rusty, its windows staring back like empty eyes. Lyra’s heart started racing the moment she pushed open the creaky door, and a flood of painful memories washed over her.
Stepping inside, Lyra’s eyes moved across the dimly lit space. Her mind was suddenly filled with flashbacks from her childhood. I could see that she was remembering laughter, tears, and screams that once echoed through these halls. The air grew heavy with the weight of her past, making it hard to even breathe.
I saw how distressed Lyra was and gently touched her arm. "Hey, we can leave if this is too much for you."
Her voice shook, barely loud
