~ NYSSA
I'd been in my parents room numerous times since they died, but somehow, it felt different this time.
Everything was as it was the day they died. I never got around to changing the sheets or moving their files, but I did try my best to make sure it remained clean while I was here. Unfortunately, I'd been gone too long and a light layer of dirt covered everything.
I exhaled deeply, trying to remember the exact scent of my mother's perfume and the exact feel of my father's beard whenever he hugged me but I couldn't. It'd been so long and that memory was so far away.
"Are you okay?" Eric asked, stepping up to me. "If you need a moment—"
"I'm good, thanks," I said quickly, smoothing my hands down my dress. "Let's just start looking."
