- Zayn -
The cool mountain air wrapped around me like a comforting blanket as I sat on the back porch, my eyes drifting over the dense canopy of trees. The cabin, with its rustic charm and secluded atmosphere, felt like a perfect little world carved out of time. Lizzie was inside, probably sketching yet another scene that captured the beauty of our little retreat. I couldn't help but smile at the thought of her, immersed in her art, pouring her soul onto the page. Life had taken on a softness here, a tranquil rhythm that lulled the worries of the outside world into a distant hum.
Yet, beneath the surface of my bliss, there was a wound festering—the weight of a secret I'd chosen to carry. I had access to a satellite phone, hidden away in a room just downstairs, left behind by Sean for em
