GRAYSON

I parked the car outside Ariana’s house, the engine still running as I took a moment to steady myself. The neighbourhood was quiet, almost serene, the kind of place that felt worlds away from the chaos that was my life. I killed the engine and stepped out, feeling the cool breeze hit my face. For a moment, I hesitated. But no—I had made my decision. I was here to face her, to make things right, no matter the cost.

As I walked up to the front porch, my heart pounded like a drum in my chest. My hand hovered over the door, hesitating before finally knocking. The sound was...