Chapter 79

Autumn is creeping in Berlin.

The plane trees lining the streets fade to golden, their leaves curling at the edges before the wind picks up - they twirl, flutter, swirl, and slowly and obediently

descend.

They fall one layer after another onto the cobblestone streets, crunching gently underfoot.

The seasons change, just like life.

I adapted faster than I expected.

The transition was almost effortless.

The enrollment process was smooth. I became part of the professor's research lab, integrating into the rhythm of early mornings and late nights, the meticulous data collection, and the sterile smell of the lab.

For the first six months, I shadowed senior researchers – observing, learning, making mistakes.

By the end of the year, I had become a mentor myself.

"Interesting, isn't it?" my professor mused one afternoon, leaning back in his chair and browsing a set of reports.

"You didn't come after graduation, you bet you regretted it."

I laughed.

Regret?How could I regret it?

At that time, I never hesitated.

I just don't have the money.

That's the only thing holding me back.

Upon hearing this, one of the senior fellows next to me the one who mentored

at me and a

expression and

I

Very well.

I needed, and I

to remind me that I made the right

the future,

the day

had stood in the apartment we once shared, expecting to find me

parents, calling them as witnesses to something he should have done a long time ago, the moment he cut ties with her for

that, the Brown family had paid

Pax didn't care.It

morning, he rushed

his steps hurried,

It's all

stopping

what he didn't know that five minutes before he arrived, I had already boarded a

from the night he kicked

pushed it now, the hinges groaned, the frame shuddering

inside, the words on the tip of his

standing there wasn't

girl,the

a flicker of confusion crossing her face before recognition

"I thought

a punch to the

first time in

her shoulders, his fingers tightening, his

"Where is she?"

flight to Norway isn't for two more days. Where did she

told anyone. No

were already fumbling for his phone, his fingers flying across the

Dialing. Texting. Calling.

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