Chapter 60 Kiss That Heals

AEMILIO The night was heavy with silence, punctuated only by the rustling of leaves in the cool breeze. I wandered aimlessly through the garden, the stars overhead shining like scattered diamonds against the vast, inky sky. The bottle in my hand felt like a lifeline, the amber liquid inside a temporary escape from the chaos of my thoughts. Each sip was a desperate attempt to drown out the memories that haunted me—the blood, the death, the consequences of decisions I had never intended to make.