RYDER

I carry Aria in my arms with a destination in mind. Thankfully, it's not too far away from where I originally found her—we walk for two more hours and arrive at my family's holiday cabin, nestled deep in the woods.

We used to come here all the time, whenever my father needed a break from the world. My mother died when I was very young, so I don't remember her as well, but back then, Dad was someone else, and we always got along. He told me the cabin belonged to his parents, and they ...