𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑷𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒚

The familiar scent of damp earth and pine needles filled Adeline's lungs as the car turned onto the long, winding road to Forks. A year away, a year in the sun-drenched, secretly chaotic world of Beacon Hills, had changed her. She gripped the worn strap of her bag, a subtle thrill of anticipation mixing with a strange sense of unease. Forks was home, yes, but it was also a place of hidden shadows, shadows she was now far more equipped to see.

Beside her, Charlie hummed along to the radio, his usual gruff exterior softened by the quiet joy of her return. In the back, Bella remained a silent, almost invisible presence, her gaze fixed on the passing blur of trees, a portrait of distant introspection. Adeline glanced at her twin, a faint frown creasing her brow. Bella seemed… different. More fragile, somehow. Or perhaps, just as Adeline had changed, so had the world she'd left behind.

The car pulled into the small, familiar airport parking lot. Adeline's heart gave a little thump. This was it. The start of something new, or perhaps, the return to something old, but with entirely new eyes.