Willows pov
Steve's footsteps eventually faded away, leaving behind an oppressive silence. My breath came in ragged gasps, the adrenaline surging through my veins making my hands tremble. I pressed my palm against the throbbing cheek, willing myself to regain composure. If I faltered now, everything I had worked for would be in vain.
I glanced at the mansion, its intimidating silhouette casting long shadows that seemed to stretch and cling to every corner of my existence. In the fading light, it looked more like a fortress of grief rather than a home. But it was still my battlefield, and I was ready to fight.
Turning back to my little flat, I picked up my backpack and stepped inside, closing the door softly behind me. The small apartment felt stifling, but it offered a temporary repriev
