#Chapter 34 A lost love
Dylan
Ashes.
All of it was in ashes.
I nearly crashed the car when I first saw it. It was still running when I jumped out and ran to see the black spot where my dark house once was. I smelled it from miles away, but I tried to imagine it wasn’t this. I tried to imagine that my home wasn’t gone.
The ash made its permanent mark up my nose and I knew I would never forget the smell no matter how long I lived. It looked like I was standing in a long abandoned graveyard—not the house I had grown up in. Not the house my mother loved even though she had died here.
I looked through the ashes and found bones upon bones. My soldiers? My maids?
Patara—
No. She couldn’t have been here, I would have felt it in our bond. She wasn’t dead yet. Even though I couldn’t find her, I felt her heartbeat steady somewhere out there.