JACKSON
The next day, I stood in front of the King's palace, my heart beating louder than the wind that whistled past my ears. The weight of everything, of Sarah’s silence, her secrets, and the way she looked at me as if I was a stranger, felt unbearable. I needed answers.
More than ever, I needed to understand why everything had changed. Why she was different now. Why the Sarah I knew seemed so far gone, buried under layers of something I couldn't touch.
I clenched my fists at my sides, my body rigid with frustration. Every step I took toward the palace felt heavier, like the world itself was trying to hold me back. But I couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t. Not until I had the truth.
The guards at the entrance didn't stop me. They all knew who I was, and they could see the storm in my eyes. T
