Prologue:Elena Sinclair stood at the edge of the sprawling estate, gazing outover the manicured gardens and rolling hills that stretched into thedistance. The air was thick with the scent of blooming roses, theirvibrant colors a stark contrast to the solemn weight of her thoughts.
Prologue:Elena Sinclair stood at the edge of the sprawling estate, gazing outover the manicured gardens and rolling hills that stretched into thedistance. The air was thick with the scent of blooming roses, theirvibrant colors a stark contrast to the solemn weight of her thoughts.