Confrontation

As I stepped into the garden, seeking solace amidst the fragrant blooms and lush greenery, I didn't expect to find anyone else there. The cool breeze brushed against my skin, carrying with it a sense of calm that seemed elusive within the confines of the house.

But as I rounded a bend in the path, my heart skipped a beat at the sight that greeted me. Standing amidst the vibrant array of flowers, his back turned to me, was a figure I knew all too well. A figure that had haunted my thoughts and dreams, a ghost from a past I had tried so desperately to leave behind.

It was Trence.

My breath caught in my throat as I stared at him, rooted to the spot by a mixture of fear and uncertainty. What was he doing here? How had he found me?

For a moment, I considered turning back, retreating to the safety of the house, and pretending that I hadn't seen him. But something held me in place, a curiosity tinged with apprehension as I watched him from afar.

Trence seemed lost in thought, his gaze fi