The morning sun peeked through the trees, casting dappled light over the Garden’s pathways. Leona wandered slowly, her steps deliberate as if each one might unearth another memory she wasn’t sure she was ready to face. The scent of flowers surrounded her, rich and earthy, yet tinged with something bittersweet.
This wasn’t just any garden—it was the Garden. The one Zane wouldn’t allow anyone in and the one her sister had spoken of in hushed, almost reverent tones. The one that seemed to be the heart of so many unanswered questions.
Leona stopped by a patch of lavender, its purple blooms swaying gently in the breeze. She crouched down, running her fingers over the delicate petals, her thoughts racing. This was her sister’s favorite flower. She remembered how her sister would crush a few bl
