Haylie POV
As I moved through my childhood years, a flood of memories washed over me when I arrived at the scene of my fifth year in my life.
The park, filled with vibrant colors and the sound of children's laughter, held a special place in my heart. The scent of freshly cut grass mingled with the sweet aroma of chocolate ice cream, my favorite treat. My mother and I walked hand in hand, the warmth of her touch comforting me as we made our way to the car.
Approaching our house, the porch creaked beneath my feet, and I caught a whiff of Aunt Camelia's perfume, a mix of floral and musk.
She sat there, patiently waiting for my mother, her voice carrying through the air as she mentioned Matthew's name. Intrigued, I furrowed my brow, trying to recall the last time I saw him.
It had been five long years since that day in the hospital.
