AMBER POV
Walking through the front door felt like stepping into a warm embrace.
No matter how much my life had changed—no matter how many responsibilities loomed over me—coming home still brought me comfort. The familiar scent of pinewood and cinnamon filled the air, wrapping around me like a soft blanket. This place was a constant in my ever-changing world.
From the living room, the rapid clicking of buttons filled the air, followed by an outraged yell.
"That was cheating, you asshole!"
"Git gud, Rett. I've been kicking your ass at this since we were kids."
I smiled to myself. My younger brothers were at it again, completely absorbed in whatever PlayStation game had them at each other’s throats this time. It was oddly reassuring. Some things never changed.
In the kitch
