Chapter 95 Samantha

• SAMANTHA
• We stop beneath a trellis covered in wisteria, its purple flowers hanging in soft clusters that sway gently in the breeze. The air smells sweet, but I can’t feel calm. My chest is tight, my mind full of noise. The beauty around me feels wrong—too peaceful for the storm inside me.
• I glance back toward the estate. The stone walls look distant and cold in the afternoon light. No one followed us, at least I hope not. Every step out here felt like a risk.