Orla felt brand new.

It felt like a new wave of confidence pierced her while she slept overnight.

She could no longer feel the anxiety and unknown fears that always haunted her whenever she thought about her family.

She was ready now, she wanted to face them now.

And as Callan gave her words of encouragement before they left home that morning, she knew she couldn't back away from this anymore.

She was ready.

Her arm was clasped around Callan's arm, her eyes fixated on the colossal edifice that stood in front of her.

Her father's mansion hadn't gotten any newer or older, it was the same. As if no...