*The house still smelled faintly of fresh paint and new wood, the subtle scent that clung to every corner of Eden’s first home. Afternoon light spilled through the wide windows, catching in the curtains she had so carefully chosen, and casting a soft warmth across the living room. Cardboard boxes lined one wall, some unopened, others already half-emptied to make the space feel alive. In the centre of it all, Eden moved with quiet purpose, her hand brushing across a shelf as though arranging it f...