The evening breeze was cool, brushing against Maisie’s face as she sat quietly on the garden bench. The sun was dipping below the horizon, casting streaks of gold and pink across the sky. The garden, alive with the faint rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds, felt like a world removed from the chaos in her heart. Her fingers absently toyed with a loose thread on her sweater, her mind replaying everything,the losses, the betrayals, and the daunting challenges ahead.
Footsteps crunched softly on the gravel path behind her. She didn’t need to turn around to know it was Aidan. He always had a way of finding her, especially in her moments of doubt.
“Maisie,” Aidan called softly, his voice low and steady. He stopped a few paces behind her. “You’ve been out here for hours. Is eve
