Adrianna:
The cabin felt emptier with every passing day. It had been ten days since Sawyer left, and there was no sign of him returning. No calls, no texts—nothing. At first, I’d convinced myself he was just busy, caught up in whatever "important" thing had pulled him away. But now, the silence felt like an answer I didn’t want to hear.
I spent my days throwing myself into work on the farm, trying to keep my mind from spiraling into dark places. The fields didn’t wait for anyone, and there was plenty to do. The tomatoes had been picked clean, the beans were just about ready for rotation, and the soil in the far field needed tilling before the next planting cycle. It was exhausting work, but it was better than sitting in the cabin staring at the walls, waiting for someone who might not c
