KELLY THOMPSON'S POV

That night, as the stars twinkled overhead like diamonds scattered across velvet, I found myself standing in the garden, the soft breeze brushing against my skin. The moon hung low, casting a silvery glow over the flowers that had begun to bloom, their petals unfurling in the warmth of the summer night. I took a moment to absorb the beauty around me, feeling a sense of peace wash over me.

But peace was a fragile thing, and I couldn't ignore the weight pressing down on my ...