Morning crept into Silvercrest like an uninvited guest. Arthur stood at the edge of his balcony, arms crossed over his bare chest as he stared up at the sky.

Below him were the endless trees that moved to the wind's slow rhythm.

The day was bright but his mood was not.

Arthur hadn't slept well since that night. Since her.

His thoughts had been plagued with tormenting flashbacks of her, and her voice was like a curse that troubled him.

Who was she? He had asked himself that question over ...