Chapter 116 Some Memories Don't Deserve Resurrection

• The front door clicked shut behind her with a soft finality. Zara stepped into her childhood home, a space that once promised warmth and safety, but now felt like a holding cell for half-truths. The scent of lavender and disinfectant still lingered in the air—a scent she had grown up with, one that used to soothe her. Today, it didn’t.
• Mrs. Tunde looked up from the sofa, her reading glasses perched low on her nose, and smiled gently. “Zara. I didn’t expect you.”
• “I needed some air,” Zara replied. “Somewhere… less tense.”