The night air was cool, quiet, and heavy with the scent of damp earth and jasmine. Skylar walked slowly down the winding path that led from Logan’s estate toward the small park just outside the gates. The marble walls of the mansion shimmered faintly under the moonlight, and for the first time in days, she could breathe without feeling watched or measured.
The garden lights behind her faded as she walked farther, her sandals brushing softly against the pavement. She wasn’t sure why she kept walking — maybe because silence had been too loud lately, or maybe because her thoughts had become too heavy for her room to contain.
The night sky stretched endlessly above her, painted in dark blues and quiet stars. For a brief, beautiful moment, Skylar forgot who she was — not Mrs. King, not the wo
