Dana stepped into the quiet living room, her heels making soft clicks against the polished floor. The air smelled faintly of lavender, and the stillness in the space made every sound echo louder than it should. But that wasn't what caught her attention first. No. What pulled her eyes immediately, like a magnet, was the large wedding portrait that hung just above the fireplace.
It was enormous, intentionally so. Framed in gold, soft light glinting off the glass, it was almost alive.
Jaxton's arm was wrapped around Aneira's waist in the picture, his blue eyes focused entirely on her, not even on the camera. And Aneira, in that delicate white lace dress, her smile tender, rested her hand gently over his. To her, she felt like It was a picture of more than marriage, rather, it was love.
Dana's heart sank.
