~After two months~

Isla lay on the bed, once again adrift in her thoughts. Lately, it had become a pattern—ever since the incident at the park.

Ivy had been rushed to the hospital, but it was too late. She didn’t make it. The weight of it all settled heavily on Isla, gnawing at her with guilt. Somehow, she kept thinking she could’ve done something—anything—to change how things ended.

“It’s not your fault,” Jaxon’s voice cut gently through the silence as ...