Chapter 41

　　Kelvin's POV

　　The woods had always been my sanctuary.

　　A place where time melted.

　　Where thoughts drifted like leaves and worries seeped into the soil.

　　Here, I could listen to birdsong instead of hallway gossip.

　　To wind instead of whispers.

　　I leaned back against the bark of a broad elm, r...