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

L A ‘s L I

departure contemplated… Ah, but

to a push that toppled the woman to the ground. And thus, the veil concealing her visage lifted, revealing a canvas marred by scalds and

struck fear in the mother,

her hand, bearing the drink, as she hastened her pace,

the prone figure that met her gaze was none

of emotions danced within Millie’s eyes, a tapestry woven of bewilderment and concern. For what reason had Fiona

Fiona’s altered countenance. A whisper brushed the

irrevocably marred. The sight is

lifted, and it intersected with Millie’s presence. A gradual shift of her eyes followed, tracing a deliberate path to where

upon Marcus, Lois, and Leon, Fiona’s pupils underwent a perceptible contraction. An involuntary shiver coursed

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