THE HOUSE THAT REMEMBEREDThe drive to the old Harrison estate was quiet, but Aria’s mind refused to rest. Elias’s letter sat in her pocket, its words repeating in her head. He had wanted her to know the truth. He had also wanted her to have the freedom to decide what happened next.For years, other people had made those decisions for her.This time would be different.When the car turned onto the narrow road leading to the estate, Aria looked through the window. The trees had grown wild, their branches hanging over the road. Beyond them stood the remains of the house she had been told was destroyed in a fire.The walls were blackened. Several windows were broken, and part of the roof had collapsed. Yet the main structure still stood, silent and imposing beneath the grey afternoon sky.“Is this where I lived?” she asked.Her mother, seated beside her, nodded. “For the first six years of your life.”Aria tried to summon a memory. A garden. A staircase. Someone calling her name. Nothing
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