I don’t know what pulled me there, but I couldn’t resist and pushed the door open slowly.
Nothing had changed.
Mom had kept everything almost exactly the way it used to be. Adele’s bed was still made the way she used to leave it, slightly messy. Her books were still stacked on the desk.
I don’t know what pulled me there.
I stepped inside.
That’s when I heard it.
A sharp creak beneath my foot.
The house hadn’t been renovated in a long time, but the creak still came from one specific spot.
I stepped back and pressed my foot down again.
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