Riley's POV
Our house sits modestly on the corner lot, nothing fancy but comfortable with its two-story layout perched above the attached garage. The bedrooms occupy the second floor while downstairs holds our living spaces. Mom worked hard to make this place feel like home, and despite everything that happened beyond these walls, I genuinely love it here. She provided everything I needed growing up, never letting me want for anything important. When I eventually leave for college, this will always remain my sanctuary, even with all the painful memories that exist just outside our front door.
