Chapter 320
Chapter 320:
Fernanda lay down, tears escaping her eyes and tracing silent paths down her cheeks. Hiram’s passing remained an unhealed wound in her heart, capable of breaking through her defenses no matter how fortified they seemed.
To the world, she might appear tough, but thoughts of Hiram left her stripped bare, vulnerable in a way nothing else could.
Outside, the brisk mountain air stung Jeff’s skin, its sharpness clearing the remnants of sleep from his mind.
The mountain’s sunrise always arrived early. Now, the delicate glow of dawn broke through, barely yet determined, piercing the dense clouds hugging the horizon.
The clouds blazed against the pale blue sky, their vibrant hues transforming the landscape into a living painting.
Jeff perched on a nearby bench, the image of Fernanda’s tear-streaked face seared into his thoughts. He couldn’t understand what had moved her to tears; his first reaction had been sheer disbelief that she would cry at all.
Although he hadn’t known Fernanda for long, the little he had observed, combined with Sloane’s glowing praises, painted a picture of someone far beyond her years in maturity—steadfast and unshaken, even when the world seemed to fall apart around her.
She hadn’t flinched in the face of Rafael’s schemes or when sliding alone down a perilous cliff to rescue a child. Yet tonight, after hearing the woman’s heartfelt apology, tears had come.
Jeff doubted fear or mere sympathy had stirred her emotions. No, it was something else—a memory, perhaps, something tender and long gone that had brushed against her heart’s most fragile place.
A subtle ache rose within Jeff. For the first time, he found himself deeply curious about the stories Fernanda carried.
The sun finally broke free of the horizon, casting a radiant orange-gold light across the mountains. The jagged peaks softened in the warm glow, and the gnarled trees seemed to stretch toward the light in silent reverence.
A sea of clouds unfurled across the valleys, shrouding them in an ethereal mist. Layers of fog rose between the cliffs, merging with cotton-like clouds that spread out as far as the eye could see.
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The clouds rolled toward the distant horizon, where they kissed the blue sky.
The green-veiled mountain seemed to float within this celestial realm. It was a rare spectacle, one that even seasoned climbers might never witness. Fortune had favored them this morning.
Excited murmurs and cheers rippled through the campsite as people emerged from their tents, eager to drink in the view.
Jeff hesitated, torn between calling Fernanda to join them and letting her rest. Before he could decide, the tent flap rustled, and Fernanda stepped out on her own.
Jeff hurried to her side. “Why not rest a little longer?”
“The noise woke me,” she said, her smile radiant as sunlight touched her face. “I figured the view must be incredible. I couldn’t bear to miss it.”
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