Selene’s POV

The delicate scent of lilies filled the air as I gently plucked each one, their cool petals a stark contrast to the warmth of the late afternoon sun. This day, of all days, I needed these flowers. They were my mother's favorite, a tradition on the anniversary of her death—a solemn reminder of the vibrant life she had lived.

I meandered through the garden paths, the tranquility only broken by the soft rustle of leaves. I was so engrossed ...