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

in his chest, a whisper of regret tracing

his forceful demand for her to exchange Lois.

Such a ludicrous spectacle.

agony painted across his gaze,

Angela’s Library

take my leave,” Millie declared, a

into the distance, he proceeded to unlatch his car door and enter. One cigarette succeeded another, a series

as if each puff were an enactment of his lung’s preordained folly. Igniting yet another cigarette, the interior of the car swiftly

assistant grappled with uncertainty. Could Leon’s

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

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

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