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

retreat, a chasm of ache formed in

intertwined with his forceful demand for her to exchange Lois. Placing a pen

Such a ludicrous spectacle.

across his gaze, her own unease began

Angela’s Library

take my leave,” Millie declared, a waiting taxi becoming her escape

had faded into the distance, he proceeded to unlatch his car door and enter. One cigarette

relentless smoking, as if each puff were an enactment of his lung’s preordained folly. Igniting yet another

with uncertainty. Could Leon’s profound distress

while, a decision crystallized: it was time to

our investigation had determined Fiona to be an incorrect lead in your pursuit. She is not Aisha.

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