Hannah’s POV
Taylor and I step forward in unison, our strides syncing as we navigate the forest floor. The canopy above filters the sunlight into shifting patterns, like shadows dancing on a restless sea. The air is heavy with unspoken words, a quiet anticipation threading through the soft rustle of leaves beneath our feet. It feels like all those years ago only this time, one set of footsteps is missing.
The stone looms ahead, weathered by years and secrets, standing solemnly as if holding its breath for our arrival. This place feels untouched, sacred a slice of the world that belongs only to us. Taylor and I have returned alone this time, and no one else knows this place exists.
Taylor’s presence beside me is steady, her silhouette a comforting reminder of laughter and shared wh
