CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR

Andrew found his storage unit about an hour after he'd parted ways with Emily, but he didn't go in immediately.

His anxiety at what lay inside shot his nerves up and he walked past it, fidgeting until he thought he was ready.

The moment he pushed open the doors, he was hit with the nostalgic scent of home. He stood frozen with his hands on the door for minutes before recovering himself. He quickly shut himself in, to preserve the scent and trailed his fingers on the walls to find the light switch.

The lights flickered for seconds before coming on, revealing a new albeit old world to Andrew. The effect was immediate.

Combined with the scent that occupied Andrew's senses, the sight of little items that once belonged to Andrew and his mother, destroyed the locks holding his memories. They came at him like a dam that burst open. The effect caused Andrew to stagger and fall to the ground. He'd already fallen into oblivion before his head hit the small cushion he landed on.

Though they were