The morning sun seeped through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the unfamiliar room. A sickening sensation twisted in my stomach, accompanied by the relentless throb in my head. Confusion swept over me as I pushed myself up, taking in the room that, although foreign, held a sense of belonging.
"Come out for breakfast, dear," Mrs. Nelly's voice, gentle and matronly, drifted in from the doorway. I preferred to think of her as Grandma Nelly, a loving presence that had welcomed me into her home, filling a void left by my own grandmother.
As I shuffled through the house, questions swirled in my mind like leaves caught in a storm. How did I end up here? The dining room greeted me, and I settled into my seat, only to be greeted by a shirtless Tommy emerging from his room.
"Put a shirt on, will you?" I quipped, tossing an apple his way. His response was a mere side-eye before he, too, settled at the table.
