Chapter 35 A Fragile Reunion

As the black sedan rolled to a stop in front of the house that once used to be mine, nostalgia hit hard. Nothing had really changed. The worn porch, the creaky front steps, and the old garden that still bloomed with wildflowers—it all felt eerily familiar, yet distant. I stepped out slowly, my heels clicking against the pavement, memories flashing before me. This wasn’t the environment of wealth or extravagance, but it had been mine, filled with simpler, happier moments.