Alistair sat in his living room, his phone resting on the table in front of him. He had tried calling Riley several times over the past few days, but every attempt ended in the same dead silence. Her number rang endlessly without an answer, and each unanswered call chipped away at his composure. The thought of Riley committing to a life in the convent—a life that would permanently separate her from him—haunted him.
He couldn't shake the image of her leaving everything behind, her vibrant spirit confined within stone walls and routines he couldn't be part of. It made his chest tighten. He tried to convince himself to respect her decision, but the idea of losing her felt unbearable.
After another sleepless night, Alistair decided he couldn't wait any longer. He had to find her. If he didn’
