Aaron stood by the bedside, watching the girls hugging each other. A nostalgic smile tugged at his lips as he remembered the days when he used to sleep between them.
There was a time when he was small enough to fit snugly in that space. Now, he had grown so much that he wouldn't comfortably fit between them anymore.
Feeling a mix of emotions, Aaron quietly slipped out of the mansion to take a moment alone. As he strolled towards the back of the mansion,
He reached into his pocket and retrieved a box of cigarettes. With practiced ease, he lit one and took a contemplative drag, exhaling slowly.
His eyes narrowed in thought as he reflected on everything that had transpired since he arrived in the country.
Verena, just four years older, was already married, while his older sister remained single without a boyfriend. The contrast weighed heavily on his mind.
