Chapter 13

Priscilla sat quietly on a bench by the lake, staring blankly at the water. The small boats on the lake rocked gently with the waves, slowly settling into stillness. It was just like her wandering heart, which would always eventually find its calm. Without realizing it, the sun began to set. The evening glow stretched across the horizon like a brilliant painting. Priscilla walked along the edge of Millstone Beach, where the sand beneath her feet had turned a golden hue under the sunset. Her shadow stretched long in the fading light, as if this chapter was a new story fate had begun writing for her. The matter with Josiah and Brittany was already behind her. The memories now seemed veiled in a light mist—faint, distant, and unclear. Eventually, Priscilla arrived at the ancient town of Lindow. The central square was bustling with life, and both sides of the street were lined with all kinds of ornaments and trinkets. She strolled along the charming, old-fashioned streets, admiring th