Whispers of Eternitty

tepped out onto the balcony. The gentle hum of Havenbrook's life began to stir-a bakery's warm scent of fresh bread, the occasi

library to settle in for her day's writing. The library was a small yet cosy sp

familiar tug of resistance. Words flowed hesitantly, then stopped altogether. He

s wandered about, admiring the vibrant paintings and crafts. In the centre of it all stood Caleb W

sn't sure why, but there was something abou

tist," she said as h

mile. "And you're quite the writer. I read

shed. "You've

hs are cousins," he said. "They both t

ieved in the power of stories to heal, but in recent

rite again," she

w's tha

ry laugh. "Like

spective," Caleb said tho

e the town overlooked the cliffs. The view was breathtaking-endless blue waters

camera. "Try seeing t

-the glint of sunlight on the water, the way the wind played with the grass, and Caleb's silhou

," she said, low

he world tell me its story," Caleb re

ected. For so long, she had been trapped in her own pain, but