Scarlett

I stood at the balcony, the wind lifting my hair gently as I looked down at the scene below. For once, there was no blood in the soil. No screams echoing through the trees. Just quiet. Just peace.

Behind me, I heard soft footsteps, and I didn’t need to turn to know it was Finn.

“It’s been a month,” he said quietly, coming to stand beside me.

“Yes,” I murmured. “One month since everything changed.”

He leaned forward, resting his arms on ...