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.”

by ending it. Claudia had implored him to

chasm of ache formed in his chest,

her to exchange Lois. Placing a pen at her throat, he aimed

Such a ludicrous spectacle.

agony painted across his gaze, her own unease began to

Angela’s Library

Millie declared,

faded into the distance, he proceeded to unlatch his car

across the ground, the assistant became privy to the relentless smoking, as if each puff were an enactment of his

the assistant grappled with uncertainty. Could Leon’s profound distress

highly esteemed boss in a state of despondency. After pondering for a while, a decision crystallized: it was time to inform Leon that

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

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