Tabitha’s POV

We end up at Hakai Pier.

The moment I step out of the car, the smell of salt hits me and my chest tightens in a way I can’t explain. I have been here before. Not long ago, actually. Yet something about coming back after everything that happened makes the place feel heavier, like the air itself remembers things I am trying to forget.

The sea stretches endlessly in front of us. Boats rock against the docks, their hulls bumping softly against the wood and the familiar sound settles into my bones. I take a few steps forward without thinking, my feet guiding me the same way they...