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.”

call by ending it. Claudia

a chasm of ache formed in

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

Such a ludicrous spectacle.

agony painted across his gaze, her own unease

Angela’s Library

declared, a waiting taxi

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

as if each puff were

Could Leon’s profound distress be attributed

assistant found it difficult to witness their highly esteemed boss in a state of despondency. After pondering for a while, a decision crystallized:

I neglected to apprise you that our investigation had determined Fiona to be an incorrect lead in your pursuit. She is not Aisha. Rather, she is an imposter who underwent plastic surgery,” the assistant

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