Sierra pov.

As his lips delicately brushed against mine, I instinctively pulled away, my gaze locked into his piercing eyes. "I'm so sorry, Henry, but I just can't do this right now," I whispered, my voice heavy with remorse.

Turning abruptly, I hurried back to where Nora stood, my heart burdened by the weight of my actions. Henry emerged from the woods after some time, slowly approaching the spot where Nora and I stood. Avoiding his gaze, I averted my eyes, overwhelmed by shame, feeling responsible for the chaos unfolding in my life.

"So, Sierra, would you consider moving in with me? It might be best if you come stay...