Sage's POV
The woods felt heavier today, more lonely. The air was thick and still, like it was holding its breath. Mark said this place was safe, that no one would find me here. But being hidden away like this — isolated from everything I knew — was starting to feel less like protection and more like a cage.
I wandered through the penthouse, restless. The sleek, modern furniture seemed so out of place against the rugged backdrop of the forest. Mark had brought me here to keep me safe, but some days, it just felt like he was keeping me out of the way.
Was he having doubts about us again?
It had been days since he left. He’d just do quick, clipped phone calls to check if I was okay, if I needed anything. He made no promises of when he was going to be back, no hints about what he was doi
