The world was quieter now—or so it seemed. Shadows lengthened across the evening sky, their reach stretching over streets, houses, and restless hearts. Tabitha sat by the window, the glass cool beneath her fingertips, staring at a horizon that promised answers she was not yet ready to receive. She could still feel the echo of his touch—the warmth of hands that had caught her when she stumbled, the steady rhythm of a heart beating too close to hers.
Questions swirled in the silence like smoke: What truth lay behind his eyes? Why had fate tied their paths together so mercilessly? And why, despite everything she knew, did the thought of walking away feel impossible?
Her father's words still lingered, his warnings steeped in both fear and tenderness. Nicole's perfect smile masked wounds that no one spoke of. And David—oh, David—remained the enigma she could neither escape nor deny. Every glance, every stolen moment, had left her teetering on the edge of something vast and uncharted.
Outside, the city pulsed with life, uncaring of the fragile threads binding her to a story she was only beginning to grasp. Somewhere beyond the glass, secrets stirred in silence, waiting for the right moment to break free. She felt it in her bones: the journey ahead would not be kind.
But in that same silence, a dangerous truth also whispered to her: sometimes love does not save us. Sometimes it consumes us.
And as night swallowed the horizon, Tabby realized she stood at the edge of something greater than loss, greater than love itself. A story unfinished. A fate unwritten.