Cyril
The moment I stepped into the house, my breath caught.
For a second I thought I had been transported back in time.
Back home.
My eyes moved slowly, almost cautiously, as if I was afraid the illusion would shatter if I looked too closely.
The layout… the structure… even the placement of the furniture, it all felt eerily familiar.
Too familiar.
If someone had blindfolded me and dropped me here, I would have sworn this was the house I grew up in.
The same wide living room.
The same soft-toned walls.
The same arrangement that made everything feel… warm.
Safe.
My chest tightened.
“If we weren’t in a completely different location…” I whispered under my breath, almost in disbelief, “I’d think this was the same house.”
I didn’t realize I had spoken out loud until Alan’s presen
