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ADELINE'S POV

The warm scent of freshly baked bread wafted into my nose as I sat in the room unpacking. It was a scent that I hadn't smelled in a long time, not since I left for Manhattan.

The Familiar warmth of the place was just so comforting. Likewise kind of blanket and for a moment, I forgot about everything else; the worry, the disappointment of Xander's sudden departure, and the tension I knew was waiting for me upstairs. My thoughts were interrupted when a voice floated down the hallway.

"Adeline, are you in your room." It was my grandmother. Her voice was followed by the sound of her quick footsteps.

"Yeah." I chirped excitedly. When I entered my room it was just as I remembered it. It was bright and airy with soft pastel color and the bed which was nearly made followed by my favorite quilt which was folded at the foot.

I set my suitcase down the bed and took a deep breath, trying to calm my thoughts. I knew what was coming for me whenever I would go to see my grandfather