A collective pause, an interlude of astonishment. Millie’s gaze descended, Locking onto the entwined hands of Lois and Leon.

Upon sighting Marcus, Lois wrestled with residual trepidation, memories of her past abduction haunting her thoughts. Consequently, her glance veered away from his presence.

“Fortuitous encounter, indeed.” Millie’s lips curled into a welcoming smile.

“Having recently dined nearby, a leisurely stroll beckoned.” Lois’ grip on Leon’s hand tightened. “Allow us to proceed…”

In an unexpected twist of fate, a woman and a child collided amidst the bustling square.

A mother’s voice, a crescendo of reproach, pierced the air. “Do your eyes betray you? My son, subject to your heedlessness, now suffers!”

an apologetic refuge, her hair a

A ‘s L I

departure contemplated…

to the ground. And thus, the

the mother,

her gaze towards her. Could it be Fiona? A tremor coursed through her hand, bearing the drink, as she hastened her pace,

figure that met her gaze was none other than Fiona, now

within Millie’s eyes, a tapestry woven of bewilderment and concern. For

altered countenance. A whisper brushed the air, conjecture materializing in words.

been irrevocably marred. The sight

Millie’s presence. A gradual shift of her eyes followed, tracing a

Marcus, Lois, and Leon, Fiona’s pupils underwent a perceptible contraction. An involuntary shiver coursed through her body, a tangible reaction to the

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