Love Of The Dead

Evelyn Carter stepped into her old house, the scent of aged wood and forgotten memories wrapping around her like a ghostly embrace. It had been a year since she left this town, running from the pain, but now she was back-alone.

She set her suitcase down, her fingers brushing the old wooden table. Dust had settled over everything, yet something felt... untouched. As if someone had been here, waiting.

A cold breeze whispered through the hallway. Evelyn shivered. The windows were closed.

Shaking off the eerie feeling, she walked toward the bedroom, but then she stopped.

A faint scent filled the air-one she knew too well. Sandalwood and rain. Adrian's cologne.

Her heart clenched. Adrian was gone. Dead. Buried beneath the earth for a year now. But standing there, breathing in that familiar scent, it felt like he had never left.