Chapter 56

The place looked familiar to Tristan. Of course, it was. Their old home didn't change much over the years. Tristan made sure of that. Ever since his parents' death, he had taken very good care of it, making sure that it didn't tarnish the slightest bit.

"Don't try to touch anything. You won't be able to, but sometimes the people in the memory can sense your presence. It creates an imbalance and we could get trapped here." Alberto was saying, "Just watch and listen carefully."

"This was when we were about to vacation in the Philippines," Tristan murmured to himself as he watched his little self jump up and down in their living room, counting the suitcases in front of him.

Near the front door were his parents, talking in hushed and worried tones. Tristan frowned and stepped closer to them. His mother was as beautiful as he had remembered her, though he could see her age in the corner of her eyes, something that he hadn't noticed before. His father, on the other hand, was looking regal