The Visit to Childhood Home

Morgan felt his stomach knotting as he drove down the winding street that led to his childhood home. Every time he visited Eldritch Manor, painful memories from his past resurfaced, haunting him relentlessly.

Seated beside her, Melody's hands were neatly folded in her lap as she gazed out the window in silence. The soft tendrils of her long hair brushed against her shoulders, adding to her air of elegance. Her legs, with their graceful contours, were crossed at the ankles, emanating an air of poise.

She seemed to embody perfection. If only she hadn't chosen to wear that inexpensive business suit, the illusion would have been complete.

He shook his head to get rid of the idea. It wouldn't make much of a change in the big picture. His family probably wouldn't give it much thought. They would probably think that she had just come from work, which would fit right in with what they were expecting.