Chapter 147 Memories Resurfaces

"Why did I let myself come back here?" Bernice grumbled to herself as she entered the big kitchen. She had hoped for peace, but it seemed the familiar view had walked her right into memories. She ran her fingers over the cool marble countertop; the texture kept her present, but her mind wandered into the recesses of time. "Madam Bernice," a voice, by now so familiar, called from across the room.