Chapter Eighty-One.

The wave of familiarity flooded her face as soon as she stepped inside the building, alongside a stench of perhaps dust entangled with the nostalgia of home. The keys barely dropped from the locks as she took her bags in her hands but with tears in her eyes, Isabella halted.

There was a large photo hanging in the hall of Majorie—when she'd been honored for passing whatever nursing exam that was. But it was not the certificate in her hands that caught her eyes, it was her smile. The large grin that never left those lips up until the moment she passed away.

And as she took her next steps, she was drawn to that particular picture.

Down the couch, down the dining table until her fingers brushed against the edges and immediately, she was whisked into a memory that forced its way back to her and it was seven years ago—the first day she came to the very place.

She'd stood in front of the door for a longing minute and she could remember how nervous she was until the doors pulled away, perhap