Edward's entered the house, his footsteps echoing in the familiar hallway as he made his way toward the staircase. He had come to his home for a quiet evening, seeking solace from the demands of his busy life. But just as he was about to ascend the steps, a voice reached his ears, a voice that sent a jolt through his entire body.
His heartbeat quickened, and he froze on the steps, his hand gripping the railing. He knew that voice. It was a voice that had once meant the world to him, a voice he had loved with all his heart.
Turning slowly, his eyes widened as he confirmed what his ears had already told him. There, in the living room, chatting happily with his cousin Sherly, stood Lydia. His first love, the woman who had occupied his thoughts for years after their painful separation.
