EMILIA'S POV

Emilia walked into the house she had grown up in for the first time in six years. It hadn't changed much: there was still the squeaky-clean look to it. Her mother wasn't one to let dust and dirt gather too much, and most of Emilia's childhood saturdays had been spent with a dust rag, cleaning around the house.

The living room they stepped into was quite large, with a long white leather couch overlooking a set of french windows. In fact, the whole sitting area was lined with several floor-to-ceiling windows that gave the room a more airy look.

She could feel her mother's eyes on her as...