ANIKA'S POV

I have been sitting on his bed. I am in his bedroom. It has changed a lot. Obviously, he's not a kid anymore. Everything has changed here, everyone has changed. I loved being here. This was my second family. I have spent so much time here, in childhood, among these people, but somehow they feel like strangers. I look around the room, taking in the familiar surroundings. The walls, the furniture, all look the same, but the air feels heavy with tension and the memories of the past weigh on my heart.. I can hear murmurs coming from the living room, voices hushed in conversation.