Lila's P.O.V
I wrapped my arms tighter around my knees, the fire crackling in front of me casting a warm glow on my kids' faces. We'd settled into this minor settlement a few weeks ago, trying to escape the shame and judgmental eyes of Blackwood. The kids, Shay Jr. and Aisha, were finally starting to adjust, making friends and finding their footing.
But life wasn't easy. We struggled to make ends meet, working odd jobs and relying on the kindness of strangers. The settlement was small, everyone knew everyone, and unfortunately, they knew my story. Whispers followed me wherever I went, accusations and doubts swirling around like a storm cloud.
"Lila, you're trouble," they'd say. "She killed her husband, don't trust her."
It wasn't true. Shay had died in a hunting accident, but the rumor
