Chapter 163

Elodie's POV

The house smelled like roasted pepper soup, clean laundry, and whatever candle mom had decided she liked this week.

Something floral, faint enough that it drifted in waves when someone walked past.

When Kiernan and I stepped through the front door, the familiar warmth of the living room wrapped around us. Voices floated from the dining area, his father’s low, calm tone mixing with m