Asher’s POV

The cracks in the ceiling seemed more intricate tonight, weaving together like a cruel puzzle. I lay there, staring at them as though the answer to everything would suddenly emerge from those jagged lines. But no revelation came, just the heavy, suffocating silence of my room.

Willow’s face haunted me in the quiet moments. Her laugh, the way her eyes glimmered when she smiled, those memories were like shards of glass cutting deeper into me the longer she was gone. The ...