*The afternoon sun cast long shadows as Ethan stood at the end of the driveway, his childhood home looming. His heart pounded, each beat a reminder of lost memories. The house, built by his parents, stood silent, a constant reminder of his family. He’d been trying to fill the void left by their absence.

Ethan’s boots crunched on the gravel as he approached the front door. Previous attempts to enter had been met with refusal. But today, he hoped things would be different.

He rang the doorbell, the sound echoing. Each second felt like an eternity until the door opened, revealing a stranger. Ethan’s eyes widened, hoping this was a new owner.

He swallowed hard, “Excuse me, I know I’m a stranger. My name is Ethan Lawley. I used to live here. This is probably strange, but could I come inside? Just for a few minutes, then I’ll leave.”