Valerie

The air was tense, tension so thick it could be sliced through. I wrung my hands tightly enough to hurt as I faced the spectacle that was unravelling in front of me.

My heart was racing, each pulse sending another wave of worry and alertness through me. Moments ago, I was still reeling from disbelief, and pure relief.

Tristan was back. He was alive.

After days of grieving, of resolution, it felt like the hollowness inside me was filled. I could finally breathe again.

And now…

My ...