“Why are you walking so fast? Do you even know where the garden is?” Tristan asked with a smile.
“I wasn’t walking fast. That’s just how I walk,” I replied defensively.
He chuckled. “I didn’t notice that before. Now, shall we?” he said as he wrapped his arm around my waist.
We walked quietly to the garden, both lost in our own thoughts.
“You haven’t told me anything about yourself,” he said, breaking the silence.
My body tensed the moment he asked. My heart pounded so loudly it echoed in my ears.
How could I explain that my life had been nothing but a series of miseries? Every memory replayed in my mind like a cruel movie—each scene filled with sorrow and shame.
I stood frozen, head lowered, unable to meet his gaze.
“It’s okay,” Tristan said softly, reaching for my hands. “I won’t
