Chapter 4 — Forgotten Dreams

Emma

The attic was quiet save for the faint creak of the old floorboards under Emma’s feet. Dust motes swirled in the beams of sunlight that filtered through the grimy circular window, casting an ethereal glow over the clutter of forgotten boxes and relics of a life she scarcely recognized. The faint scent of salt lingered in the air, mingling with the aged wood and mothballs—a blend as haunting as the memories that seemed to gather here, waiting for her.