Lilith’s Pov

My fingers moved on instinct as I approached the main door.

I knew the code.

I didn’t want to know it.

I hated that I still remembered it.

But when I punched it in, the door clicked. He hadn’t changed it.

Of course he hadn’t.

The door opened with a low groan, and I stepped inside, the smell of sandalwood and cedarwood clinging to the air like ghosts.

Everything looked the same.

Exactly the same.

Too much the same.

The sofa I once curled up on when I was crying.

The table I once placed sketches on.

The hallway I once walked down in.

I felt like I...