Deangelo.

My hands tightened around the steering wheel as I focused on the road, lost in my own thoughts. The words of the witch I had encountered earlier lingered in my mind, urging me to let go of the past and find happiness. A sudden urge to take action swept over me, and I reached into my pocket, pulling out a phone. It was the phone that belonged to my late wife, the only item I had held onto since her passing. While I had stored away most of her belongings, this phone had become a constant companion, a tangible connection to her presence. I turned it over in my...