Chapter 112 The Turning Point
- (Siena POV)
- The evening air wraps around me like a cool blanket as I sit on the settlement's eastern overlook, watching the sun's last rays paint the valley below in shades of amber and gold.
- My fingers trace the rough texture of the wooden bench beneath me, weathered by seasons of rain and sun. Like me, I think wryly. Weathered by storms I never saw coming.