Ava's pov.
Anna and I moved through the darkened halls of my childhood home, our footsteps light against the wooden floor.
The house smelled the same, old books, fresh flowers, and a hint of my mother’s perfume. It was strange being back.
We reached my bedroom, and I hesitated before opening the door.
The room looked untouched, as if waiting for me to return. My bed was neatly made, the shelves lined with books and small trinkets from my past.
I stayed at the door for a little while, memories flashing through my mind, late nights studying, hiding under the blankets with a book when I was supposed to be asleep, listening to the rain against the window.
“My room,” I smiled as I stepped in. “I really missed this place,” I laughed, jumping on the bed.
“I'm sorry, do you guys need a minute?” Anna joked, walking to my drawer and pulling out a book. “Awwn you still have the tooth you lost when I pulled you out of the river.”
“Yeah,” I smiled, walking up to her. “That was the first gift y
