Chapter 277
The stairs creaked under my feet as I climbed to the attic.
I had only been living up here for two months. Before that, it was just storage, old boxes, broken furniture, years of forgotten things. But after I moved back home, I took this space for myself.
I was too tired to think about the dress. Too tired to think about the wedding. Too tired to think about anything.
I changed into my nightclothes. I didn't bother with the mattress. I sat on the floor with my back against it, my knees drawn up to my chest.
The attic was quiet. The house below was quiet.
I closed my eyes and let out a long breath.
Reclaiming love. Was it really that simple?
The words echoed in my mind. As if love was something that could be taken back, like a lost wallet or a forgotten umbrella. The love of my family that was forgotten but never really lost.
