Ann walked toward a car by the roadside. It was the one she had rented, and her luggage was still inside.
She hadn't planned to stay long in Landon. This trip was meant to be a final goodbye.
Sitting in the driver's seat, her gaze once again shifted to the view outside the car window.
In the distance, the grass swayed gently.
Zaiden Santos' grave stood there, solitary and quiet, surrounded by weeping willows.
When spring arrived, the willow trees would sprout anew, but he… would never return.
Before her eyes, Zaiden Santos' figure appeared once more—
A tall frame, a crisp suit, striking features, and a refined smile.
He stood there as if gazing at her, or perhaps looking out at the far horizon.
"Zaiden…" Ann reached out, wanting to touch him. But her fingers only met the cold glass of the car window.
The chill jolted her back, and she quickly withdrew her hand. A shiver ran through her, and reality sank in: Zaiden Santos was no longer of this world.
