The clock ticked faster as Kyra waited in anticipation, few hours later, she woke up
from her sleep, carried her bag to her room, did fewer chores and came outside the cottage to receive the evening breeze before Akua, her adoptive mother who had
come back from her culinary school which
Kyra handed over to her to handle a year ago, returned.
As Kyra stepped outside into the evening breeze, she closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, feeling the stress and fatigue of the day melt away. The scent of freshly baked cookies wafted through the air,
transporting her back to a time when she lived at Oakdale.
Perceiving a familiar scent, her eyes flew
open as she recognized the familiar scent, her heart skipping a beat in anticipation. It was Akua's signature scent, the same one that had filled their home with warmth and love for the past years.
Kyra's eyes scanned the horizon, her heart