Chapter 264 Stories Behind Paintings

• Olivia
• The faint echo of the twins’ soft breathing still played at the edge of my hearing as I stood before the heavy basement door. It felt like a threshold to another world, a realm holding the whispered secrets of the past. The cool touch of the doorknob in my hand was a stark contrast to the warm afterglow of the nursery.
• Slipping the baby monitor into my pocket, I descended the stairs. As I did, the memories of past visits to the basement, specifically my aunt’s secret archive, came rushing back.