The moment doesn’t last.
It never really does.
We’re walking back through the trees, our shoulders brushing, fingers occasionally intertwining, when it hits me.
Not a sound.
Not a scent.
A feeling.
I slow down.
Jack takes another step before realizing I’ve stopped. He turns back, brows slightly furrowed. “Samantha?”
I don’t answer immediately. My eyes scan the forest, every instinct inside me suddenly… awake.
Sharp.
Wrong.
“What is it?” he asks, his tone shifting from relaxed to alert in a second.
“I don’t know,” I whisper.
That alone is enough to put him on edge. Jack steps closer, his body angling slightly in front of mine without even thinking about it.
“What do you feel?” he presses.
I shake my head, frustrated. “That’s the thing—I don’t know. It’s just… off.”
The wind
