The air ruffled the leaves on the trees—a pure sign of the seasons changing. Autumn was taking its toll, painting the world in shades of orange and gold. Daria and Ashlee stood face to face, tension thick in the air, while Kyle observed them from a distance, his sharp eyes betraying his concern.
“What is it?” Ashlee asked, letting out a sigh of frustration. She still didn’t want to talk to her.
“Your eyes are really precious. Just like your father’s,” Daria said softly, unable to tear her gaze away. She couldn’t help but remember those eyes, etched into her memory like a haunting melody. Every feature of his was burned into her mind.
Ashlee bit her lip in growing irritation. “You call me here to give me that crap?” she grunted, rolling her eyes with a sharp exhale.
“No, I sincerely wa
