Siena Blake

I didn’t remember deciding to move. I didn’t feel my legs shift or my body lean forward. One moment I was standing completely still, surrounded by the chill of the evening wind, my heart weighed down by everything I hadn’t yet let go of. The grief. The fear. The memories. The pain. All of it wrapped around me like a heavy blanket I couldn’t seem to shake off.

And then suddenly, I was taking a step forward.

Just one.

Then another.

I wasn’t thinking. I wasn’t planning. I wasn’t even sure why I was doing it. It was as if my heart had taken control of my body...