With each step he took, his boots left a faint trace behind. Even though the trees stood lifeless now, and the soil lay draped in snow, Ren remembered the road perfectly. His steps faltered when his gaze fell on the tree where he had once tied a lavender ribbon.
His chest tightened as he walked closer. The field of roses lay dead, nothing but brittle branches peeking through the cracks of ice. He knelt, brushing the frozen ground with a careful hand.
"I will be back soon," he whispered. "I can't let him take away our son. And in front of those monsters," his voice laced with rage, his eyes burning. But he inhaled deeply. "I should hurry before someone notices my absence," he mumbled, rising from the ground.
