ANNA'S POV

Two days had passed since Isabel’s death, yet the house still felt strangely quiet, almost like the walls themselves were grieving.

So Ryan and I decided to leave for a while.

We came to the park early this morning, hoping that fresh air and a change of scenery would help clear my mind. We had been walking slowly for a while now, neither of us in a hurry, our footsteps soft against the paved path as the world around us slowly woke up.

The park was peaceful.

Birds chirped in the trees, the gentle rustling of leaves carried through the cool morning breeze, and a few people jogged...