Home Sweet Home の小説・ストーリー

It soon squeezed into the top ten most popular rankings. … Meanwhile, over at the Stone residence, the atmosphere wasn't as joyful as one would have expected. There was only worry and hesitation. The mood confused everyone. They had been praying for their daughter's return home for over 20 years. Now, she was finally back, but they weren't as happy as they'd imagined they would be. Was it because they hated her? Not necessarily. There was no reason for them to dislike Lyla at all. Moira sat uneasily on the couch while Eugene held her hand tightly. "Don't worry. The banquet is going to go smoothly."

ERIC’S POV I pushed open the door to the penthouse, the familiar smell of home hitting me right away. My body was still buzzing from the confrontation at the mansion, but seeing Sabrina up and moving around the kitchen eased something tight in my chest. She was at the stove, wearing one of my shirts that reached her thighs, flipping eggs in a pan. The sight should have been normal, peaceful even. But after last night, it made my heart ache. She was trying so hard to act okay.

The responding officers forced entry carefully, moving through the small waiting room and into Sarah's private office with practiced efficiency. Amelia followed close behind Ethan, her heart pounding, and found the office eerily undisturbed, files neatly organized, a framed diploma hanging exactly where a diploma should hang. Except for one detail that made Amelia's blood run cold the moment she saw it. On the wall behind Sarah's desk, alongside standard diplomas and certifications, hung a single framed photograph, old and slightly faded, of a young Eleanor Bennett holding two identical infants wrapped in matching blue blankets, her exhausted, radiant smile aimed directly at the camera.