Aurélie POV
Four Years Later
Deep breath in.
Deep breath out.
I’d forgotten how tranquil this place could be.
It was my first time returning to the lake since that brutal, life-shattering day four years ago. My first real break in four years. My lungs expand again slow, controlled and release.
A gentle gust of wind sweeps across the water, catching a few loose strands of my hair and brushing them across my eyes. I tuck them behind my ear just in time to watch the breeze ripple over the lake’s surface, pushing a small wave to break against the pebble shore.
Another breath escapes me, heavier this time, as a flashback slams into me the memory of my parents’ bodies, left like discarded prey by a monster with no soul. Even now, the image is sharp, cold, inhuman. The flashbacks come less
