Chapter 75_Wounded Heart

Khloe woke up, she sit up from the bed and look around her.

The bedroom was quite different from yesterday,

She smelled this scent of spiced wood and the feeling of someone's presence in the room with her.

She got out of bed to take a closer look at the painting placed in front of the big bed she slept on, it was a painting that has an in-depth meaning.

*It depicts a smiling mother using her body to cover two faceless tiny feet from the rain.

"Are they daughter or son?" she wonders.

the wall of that bedroom was painted black and its curtains were milk in color with a smooth surface.

she took in every detail and the awesome part of everything was that she felt at home.

in her aunt Katherine's home, regardless of how she had tried to make herself feel like she belong there, there was still this forbidding feeling of not belonging, now that she thinks about it maybe it was because she was never treated nicely there.

She saw the mini bedroom couch and decided immediately to watch outside