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.

formed in his chest, a

demand for her to exchange Lois. Placing a pen at her

Such a ludicrous spectacle.

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

Angela’s Library

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

into the distance, he proceeded to unlatch his car door and enter.

to the relentless smoking, as if each puff were an enactment of his lung’s preordained

Could Leon’s profound distress be

by a sense of empathy, 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 fact, Aisha. His sorrow need not be

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

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