The first thing that hit James was the smell; an intoxicating and nostalgic aroma that hearkened him back to days he could only vaguely remember. It wasn’t until the door opened that he could see what awaited him. “Let’s go in and get you nice and clean,” she cooed as she carried the boy in. His eyes were wide at the sight before him: a fully-stocked nursery.
His eyes struggled to take in every last detail as he was carried over the threshold. In the corner, he could see a large white crib with sheets speckled with pictures of trains. The baby blue walls were decorated with large cutout hangings of baby blocks and Sesame Street characters.