The weight of Isabelle's absence pressed against my chest as I stood at the hotel window, watching the morning sun cast long shadows across Havenwood City. Three days had passed since our tearful goodbye, but her scent still lingered on my clothes, her voice echoed in my mind.
"One year," I whispered to myself, my breath fogging the glass.
My reflection stared back at me – a man changed, hardened by determination but softened by love. I couldn't afford to wallow in melancholy. Every minute needed to count if I was to become worthy of standing beside Isabelle in Veridia City.
The drive back to Havenwood City had been quiet and contemplative. With each mile that had separated me from Isabelle, my resolve had strengthened. Now, I needed to act quickly.
My phone buzzed with a message from Eamon Greene.
*Word's spreading about Miss Ashworth's departure. Your enemies are getting bold. We need to talk.*
