Layla's POV

We chose the night to travel. After finding out about his encounter with my uncle, I knew we needed to leave on the third day so we set out in the evening.

The moon hung like a silent witness in the ink-black sky, its soft glow casting a haunting allure over the clearing where I stood, caught between the shards of my shattered trust and the tentative hope of forgiveness. Nate, the cause of my torment and the one who sought redemption, stood at a respectful distance, his eyes ...