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.”

it. Claudia had implored him to

cautious retreat, a chasm of ache formed in his

a memory intertwined with his forceful demand for her to exchange Lois. Placing a pen at her throat, he aimed to coerce Marcus into releasing Fiona from

Such a ludicrous spectacle.

Millie, agony painted across his gaze, her own unease began

Angela’s Library

Millie declared, a

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

alright?” inquired Leon’s assistant upon arrival. Noting the discarded cigarette butts strewn across the ground, the assistant became privy to the relentless smoking, as if each puff were an enactment of

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

incorrect lead in your pursuit. She is not

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