(Sanya's POV)
We arrive at the house a few days later, and the moment I step out of the car, something in my chest loosens for the first time in what feels like forever.
It's a small cottage, nothing like the sprawling Stone mansion with its cold marble floors and colder inhabitants, and I'm grateful for that, grateful for the way it sits nestled among tall pines and oaks, surrounded by trees that form a natural barrier between me and the rest of the world, between me and everything I'm running from.
Peaceful.
Quiet.
The only sounds are birdsong and the whisper of wind through leaves, and I realize I haven't heard anything this gentle in months, not since the day my brothers dragged me away from that empty road where Aaron never came, not since the day they shoved me into a wedding dr
