Rue’s POV

The night after Aiden’s call had been almost sleepless. His voice was a reminder that no matter how much distance I created, he still found ways to haunt me.

I had stared at the ceiling for a long while, clutching my phone, weighing my options. The things left behind in that house weren’t just mere objects—they were important reminders of Iris’ childhood.

I couldn’t let him destroy them.

So I called Vicky to accompany me the next day. She answered groggily but agreed ...