Daniel's POV
"Dream, be careful," I call out, smiling faintly as my son runs across the sand, his laughter carried away by the wind. The sea glimmers beneath the evening sun — soft waves catching fire as they touch the horizon. It's beautiful, painfully beautiful.
It's been one year.
One year since I lost him. One year since I've been searching, hoping, and breaking a little more every single day.
Dream's tiny footprints scatter across the shore, light and fleeting — like the memories that still haunt me. I glance at the sea, at the place where I once proposed to him. Dane loved this view more than anything. He'd stand on the balcony for hours, watching the sun sink into the water, his eyes glowing with quiet wonder.
I built this house for him — by the sea, just like he dreamed — but now it's nothing more than an empty shell. Even the sea feels meaningless without him.
