The silence in Leah’s house was unbearable.

Every wall seemed to echo with memories—the laughter, the whispered promises, the small, ordinary moments that once made life feel unshakable. But now, all of it felt like a cruel trick. The house wasn’t a home anymore. It was a hollowed-out shrine to everything she had lost.

And she had lost Jason.

Her freedom, the kind she had once craved, now pressed down on her like chains. It wasn’t freedom at all—it was exile. She had it because she had betrayed him, and nothing tasted more bitter.

But one thought kept gnawing at her: I have to find him. I have to tell...