Grace
The river gorge loomed out of the darkness like a scar carved through the earth, jagged and ancient, a wound that never healed. Moonlight spilled across the chasm in fractured beams, catching the restless surface of the water far below. It shimmered like liquid silver, cold and untouchable, whispering secrets to the wind.
Grace clung tightly to Kaleb’s hand as they descended the rocky slope, her breath fogging in the frigid air. Her boots skidded on patches of frozen moss and loose shale, each step a gamble. The night pressed in around them, thick with silence and the weight of unseen eyes. Every sound felt amplified — the scrape of stone beneath their feet, the rasp of Kaleb’s breath, the steady thud of her heart hammering against her ribs.
She glanced sideways at him, his silhou
