Olivia
The tension in the air had been palpable for far too long.
Between the mysteries surrounding us, our concern for the twins, and the weight of the unknown, it felt as though a heavy cloud loomed over our heads. So, when Nathan suggested an unexpected trip to his family’s old cabin, I couldn’t resist the urge to escape, if only for a short while.
“Remember how we used to poke the honeycombs?” Nathan asked as we turned onto a gravel path, the dense woods on either side feeling both inviting and intimidating.
I smiled. “Of course. We used to get our fingers all sticky, and then lick the honey off. It was divine… and messy.”
“Exactly,” he chuckled. “I think it’s about time we let Aurora and Elliot experience a little bit of our paradise.”
“I’m surprised you kept
