章節 94: MORE LIES

"Are you sure, Fiona?" I asked, gripping her hand tightly as I pulled over in front of Aunt Marla's house. My eyes scanned the small, ivy-covered porch. "I mean, it’s fine if you—"

"Nah, Chester," she interrupted, squeezing my hand gently. "I think it’s better if I just stay here. You got this."

I sighed, letting go of her hand before unbuckling my seatbelt. "Alright. I’ll be back."

Stepping out of the car, I closed the door behind me and stood for a moment, gathering my thoughts.

The front door creaked slightly as I pushed it open. The scent of lavender and old wood greeted me, mingling with the low hum of the television. Aunt Marla was seated on the couch, her eyes fixed on some vintage drama show playing on the screen. She wore a loose floral house dress paired with fuzzy slippers, her hair neatly combed.