The Meeting at the Oak Tree
As night fell, Javier excused himself, promising Maria he needed a brief walk to clear his head. He navigated through the darkness toward the oak tree, the familiar path feeling heavier with anticipation and dread.
When he reached the tree after what felt like an eternity in the quiet night, he could see Sharla waiting under the canopy, the moonlight sculpting her figure in ethereal silver.
“There you are,” she breathed, relief flooding her voice. “I was getting...