Nathan’s first instinct was to dismiss it as a trick of the light or his own imagination playing games with him. But as he stood there, rooted to the spot, he realized that the glow was steady. It flickered slightly, as though a candle or a small lamp was burning inside. His curiosity piqued, Nathan decided to investigate further. He pushed open the door, which groaned on its rusty hinges, and stepped inside.
The air inside was musty, filled with the scent of dust and time. But as Nathan moved further in, another scent, something more familiar, began to unfurl around him—a hint of lavender, Evelyn’s favorite. His heart clenched painfully, a reminder of a past he thought he’d buried beneath layers of ambition and wealth. As he walked through the dim hallway, memories resurfaced with each creak of the floorboards.
Suddenly, he heard a soft humming coming from the direction of the living room. It was a melody he remembered well. His breath caught in his throat as he moved toward the sound, his mind racing with possibilities. Could it be…? No, it couldn’t. Evelyn was gone. He had seen her body, attended her funeral. Yet the melody was unmistakably hers.
