NARRATOR’S POV

The tidewater clapped louder that morning.

Or maybe it was just Kane.

He stood at the edge of the cliffside property, the wind blowing through his coat, his gaze fixed on the horizon like it held answers he had been too late to ask for.

The house behind him remained still and quiet, missing the chaos that once defined what life was to him.

Aria’s world.

A world he had no place in. Not anymore.

And yet, he kept coming back.

He had to come back. Without her now…he ...