CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
The moon casts a soft glow over the cemetery, its light barely enough to skim the outlines of the gravestones. I curl up against the cool marble that bears my parents' names, letting the stillness of the night seep into my bones. The rustle of leaves whispers secrets only the dead can understand. I close my eyes, and sleep takes me swiftly.
In my dream, Jake's eyes find mine across a sea of tall grass. They are deep pools of night, promising mysteries and wild adventures. We don't speak, but our hearts converse in a language older than words. He steps closer, the distance between us charged with an electric current.
"Jake," I breathe out his name like a sacred vow.
"Always been you, Lily," he says, his voice a rumble deep in his chest that vibrates through my soul.
