#Chapter 134: Secret Library

Olivia The chilling air of the basement enveloped us as we descended the old, creaky steps, a sharp contrast to the warmth of the villa above. Nathan and I were surrounded by remnants of the past, items long forgotten yet holding stories of days gone by. The room was a cacophony of memories, both joyful and painful. “Wow,” Nathan whispered, his voice echoing in the vast room. “I’ll admit, I haven’t been down here even once since I moved in. I had forgotten about half of this stuff.” I felt the same way, my eyes scanning old toys and costumes, an entire childhood boxed up and forgotten. “Honestly, I didn’t even think that my aunt would have saved any of this stuff,” I said, blinking back a few tears. “Maybe she was more sentimental than I realized.” Picking up a worn-out crown out of a tattered cardboard box, I let out a chuckle. “Remember when we used to play kings and queens?” I asked, grinning. Nathan’s face lit up with recognition upon seeing the old pl