Zane’s POV
Zane moved quietly behind Leona, his footsteps barely audible as he walked along the uneven ground. The cliff ahead of them stretched out over the ocean, a never-ending expanse of blue and grey, with the sinking sun casting vibrant hues of crimson and gold across the sky. Despite the serene beauty of the moment, there was a heaviness in the air. The storm brewing on the horizon wasn’t just a weather front. It was the storm within both of them, a storm that had been gathering for far too long.
Leona stood motionless, her back to him as she gazed out over the ocean. Her eyes were fixed on the distance, but it was clear she wasn’t really seeing the world before her. She was far away, lost in thought, her mind tangled in the mess of everything they had been through. The weight of
