C15 Digging up the past

Magnus's POV

My nostrils breathed in the scent of Lasagna. The dish my mother used to always prepare for my sister and I every Sunday after mass.

My eyes fluttered open and I found myself back in my room at Greece. My feet touched the floor and I walked over to the door with my heart thumping into my ears.

The minute the door opened the hums from the kitchen were the first thing I picked up on