Chapter One Hundred And Thirteen
The next morning, the world felt completely different. The dark, heavy troubles of the night before seemed to melt away into the fresh air. The bright morning sun shone through the white curtains of my childhood bedroom. It painted the walls in a warm, golden light. For the first time in a long time, my heart felt light. The scary, strange tension from the carnival was gone. In its place was a quiet, peaceful feeling.
I stretched my arms and took a deep breath. The smell of sweet vanilla and hot coffee floated through the air. It was a familiar, comforting smell. It was the smell of my grandmother’s kitchen. It was the smell of home. I put on a soft sweater and walked down the creaky wooden hallway, following the wonderful scent.
When I stepped into the
