Chapter 135. Resurrection

Elona's POV

The air was cool in the old lounge, the scent of dust clinging to velvet and once polished wood. It felt like I had stepped back in time, into a preserved part of Tristan’s life that hadn’t been disturbed in years. I just wanted to really explore this part of the house again while Tristan had taken Spooky back to my apartment. I stood still for a moment, just letting it settle around me...the silence, the quiet ache of nostalgia. 

The sheets draped over the furniture moved slightly in the draft. But it wasn’t the quiet or the antique furniture that caught my attention first. It was the paintings. The ones Tristan had carefully mounted along the wall, the ones painted by my mother. My throat tightened. I stepped closer to them, reaching out but not quite touching them. The brushstrokes were so familiar. My mother’s hand had moved with such life, and with such co