Ari made her way inside the house, as he walked behind Aaron, she looked around the corridor that was covered in a lavish carpet along with the walls, the wallpapers changed with each season. The entire house was covered in warm and bright colours, but Ari could only see black.
The black of the storeroom where she was locked whenever she did something, the black of being locked inside her room on the night when thunder clapped in the sky. The black of the shadows in which she lived until now.
"Aaron, you are here?" Mrs. Harlow greeted her son with a smile on her lips when Aaron and Ari came to a stop at the door of the kitchen. However, that smile was quick to drop when she saw Ari standing behind Aaron, "Why are you only coming now? Did you not know that today is my birthday? As my daughter, you should have come early and made preparations. Yet, you are arriving like a guest to your own mother's birthday."
