Caleb’s P.O.V

The conversation with my father had left me with a lot to think about. His words weighed heavily on my mind, and I needed some air, some space to clear my head. I stepped outside, inhaling the cool night breeze, letting it fill my lungs and chase away the lingering tension. My feet instinctively led me towards the gazebo—a place that held countless memories with Aurora. But tonight, for some reason, I wasn’t in the mood for company, even the ghost of her ...