Parker's POV
As Emma and I approached the old house, we noticed a sense of neglect and abandonment. The once-familiar structure now stood worn and rusty, its windows like empty eyes staring back. Emma's heart races as she pushes open the creaky door, a wave of painful memories washing over her.
Stepping inside, Emma's eyes scan the dimly lit interior, her mind flooded with flashbacks of her childhood. I could tell that she remembered laughter, tears, and screams echoing through these very halls. The air thickened with the weight of her past, making it difficult to breathe.
I noticed Emma's distress and offered a gentle touch on her arm. "Hey, we can leave if this is too much."
Emma's voice trembled, her words barely above a whisper. "No, I need to face this. I need to remember."