Whispers of Eternitty

e in hand. The town of Havenbrook seemed untouched by time-a postcard-perfect haven far from the chaos

t bookshops, artisanal cafés, and brightly painted cottages. I

res promised. She checked in, her heart fluttering with a mix o

otography exhibition had drawn a modest crowd. She wasn't sure why she stayed-maybe it

?" a deep voice inte

de her. His dark curls framed a face that seemed effo

voice soft. "The sea feels

t's exactly what I w

t up. "You're th

e," he said, e

ing it. A spark flickered at the

all joys of life. For the first time in years, Isla felt a flicker of hope, a