Chapter 25

WILLOW

The next day, I stood in front of the mirror, towel wrapped around my wet hair, pondering the question Sebastian had planted in my mind. What name should I choose? It was a crucial decision—one that would define my new identity and separate me from the painful past I had left behind.

As I got dressed, I ran through different names in my head, trying to find the perfect fit. I wanted a name that embodied strength, resilience, and the determination to overcome the darkness that had once consumed me. It needed to be something that would resonate with the new woman I had become.

"Willow Davis," I whispered to myself, testing the sound of my old name. It felt like a distant memory, a name that belonged to a person I no longer recognized. I needed something that represented the strength and resilience I had gained over the past two years.

"Alexis," I murmured, trying the name on for size. It felt a bit too bold for my taste. I wanted something more understated, elegant yet powerful.