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

of ache formed in his chest, a whisper

his forceful demand for her to exchange Lois. Placing a pen at her throat, he aimed to coerce Marcus

Such a ludicrous spectacle.

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

Angela’s Library

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

refrained from intervening; he merely observed as the car departed. Once the vehicle had faded into the distance, he proceeded to unlatch his car door and enter. One cigarette succeeded another, a series of bitter inhalations punctuating the farcical nature of his

discarded cigarette butts strewn across the ground, the assistant became privy to the relentless smoking, as if each puff were an enactment of his lung’s

the assistant grappled with uncertainty. Could Leon’s

difficult to witness their highly esteemed boss in a state of despondency. After pondering for a while,

investigation had determined Fiona to be an incorrect lead in your pursuit. She is

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