Her older brother, Flynn Lynch, had loved mint-scented shampoo and body wash, which had gotten her hooked on the scent as well. Originally, she only liked milky scents because she loved drinking milk. But later, she fell in love with mint because it was her brother's scent, and her mother's scent too.
Now, every time she smelled it, a dull ache would subtly rise in her heart.
Because her brother was gone.
Her mother, too, was utterly lost to her because of that car crash.
Now, she felt a certain aversion to the scent. Smelling it always made her emotional.
So, she wanted to open the window, to let the scent dissipate.
But she was too sleepy. She struggled to open her eyes, only to find that it was already daylight. She was sleeping in a beautiful room. It wasn't her bedroom—no, that wasn't right. It was her other bedroom, the one her mother had decorated for her. In all her years, she had slept in it fewer than ten times.
