Rosemary
I was doing something Ethan specifically told me not to.
The path leading to Amber’s cottage was overgrown, the forest pressing close as if nature itself sought to shield the small dwelling from prying eyes. The air was cool and damp, the faint scent of moss and earth mixing with the sharp tang of pine. I paused at the edge of the clearing, my breath steadying as I gazed at the unassuming cabin before me. Ethan had told me explicitly to stay away from here, not knowing what could be hidden in there. But I couldn’t.
I had to know.
The weight of her betrayal hung over me, heavy and suffocating. The woman who had lied to me since the day we met. The one who had taken me in, pretended to care, while keeping the truth hidden in the shadows of her own agenda. Anger simmered beneath
