Letting Go of What Was Never Ours
The verdict for Martin had been decided—he was sentenced to 13 years of imprisonment for soliciting for murder.
During this time, he tried every possible way to contact me. He even sent me a letter written in blood, begging for my forgiveness. But I ignored him—I simply tore it up and threw it in the trash.
In the end, he gave up and left me one last message: "Take care, Audrey. I love you."
Everything was over. I booked a flight ticket to go abroad to clear my mind at Lunaris, Sylvoria. I rented a small cabin at the foot of Silverpeak. During the summer after my college graduation, I came here with Henry for a vacation.