KIARA’S POV

I woke up to the sweet twittering of birds. The cool breeze blew in through the open window carrying the faint smell of wildflowers. The sunlight that streamed in through the thick foliage was enough to light up the room but didn’t hurt.

The packhouse was very homey and comfortable. It wasn’t loaded with electronics like the mansion in the city. It was airier and simply furnished. I fell in love with it the moment we reached the house. If I had a choice, I would spend the rest of my life here.

The clattering of the dishes and the faint screeching of wheels drew my attention to...