Clover District, Moreau House
Emma's cab pulled up in front of her house and she got out of the cab feeling nostalgic.
The familiar paint, the climbing rose bushes by the porch, it all whispered memories of scraped knees, barbecues on the patio, and countless evenings spent curled up with her dad reading stories. It felt like a lifetime ago.
She took in a deep breath of fresh air as she stared at the flowers, her heart filled with warmth and she smiled.
'It's so good to be home again.'
Probably because of the undeniable telepathy between a mother and her child, Rosalie pushed the gate open from the inside at that moment, holding a grocery cotton tote bag.
She had just taken a step outside when she saw Emma standing in front of her.
Her eyes widened in surprise and she called out, "Emma?!"
Emma's eyes filled with tears immediately she set eyes on her mother. It had been so long, too long even that she had last seen her mother.
