Three years later, another early winter arrived.
Heavy snow fell over the city of Ashbourne, wrapping the entire city in a bitter, bone-chilling cold.
Callum sat inside the same single-level apartment he had once shared with Avenelle.
Everything in the room remained exactly as it had been three years ago.
Even the angle of the pair of men's slippers by the entrance had not changed in the slightest.
He held a cup of warm sparkling water in his hand, his gaze resting on the pink diamond ring on the coffee table.
Breccan pushed open the door, bringing a gust of cold wind into the room.
"Callum, something has happened to Nyra. The old man she married has gone bankrupt and owes a fortune in loan-shark debts. Now she's trapped in her rented apartment, surrounded by people demanding repaym
