Chapter 126 Old House
- Ashlyn
- I stood silently in front of what used to be our home.
- The gate was rusted, its iron bars streaked with age and neglect. The white paint on the walls was barely visible now, buried beneath layers of moss, dust, and spiderweb-like cracks. The garden, once Mommy’s pride and joy, filled with vibrant orchids and the gentle hum of bees, was now overrun with wild grass and thorny vines.