AMORA’S POV;
The garden felt like a hidden sanctuary, a place that somehow existed outside the world of chaos and confusion I’d been thrust into. I was grateful that Zale had at least allowed me this small freedom, this space to breathe. The garden wasn’t particularly large, but it was beautiful, filled with vibrant flowers, neatly trimmed hedges, and the gentle hum of life. The kind of place that felt like it was alive in its own quiet way.
I wandered through the pathways, my fingers lightly brushing over the petals of the flowers as I went. They were soft, delicate—so unlike anything in my life right now. I found a small stone bench under a sprawling oak tree and sat down, my eyes drifting up to the sky. It was one of those skies that seemed endless, a soft blue canvas with only a few
