And then their hands found each other in a subtle yet profound connection.

“Aisha.” His murmur held a weight of realization, an unraveling truth echoing through his consciousness.

“Leon, I’m Millie.” She gently withdrew her hand, a step backwards. “Is sorrow your specter, conjuring phantoms?”

No, hallucinations did not cloud his senses.

In this ephemeral juncture, Leon’s phone resonated with an urgent melody—a call from Claudia.

“Got it.”

the call by ending it. Claudia had implored him

Millie‘s cautious retreat, a chasm of ache formed in his chest, a whisper of regret

his forceful demand for her to exchange Lois. Placing a

Such a ludicrous spectacle.

fixated on Millie, agony painted across his gaze, her own unease

Angela’s Library

declared, a waiting taxi

proceeded to unlatch his car door and enter. One cigarette succeeded another, a series of bitter

you alright?” inquired Leon’s assistant upon arrival. Noting the discarded cigarette butts strewn across the ground, the assistant became privy to the relentless smoking, as if

grappled with uncertainty. Could Leon’s profound distress be

the assistant found it difficult to witness their highly esteemed boss in a state of despondency. After pondering for a while, a decision crystallized: it was time to inform Leon that Fiona was not,

in your pursuit. She is not

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