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!”

woman offered an apologetic refuge, her hair a modest

A ‘s L I B R A R

departure contemplated… Ah,

that toppled the woman to the ground. And thus, the

mother, drawing the attention of onlookers in

her gaze towards her. Could it be Fiona? A tremor coursed through her hand, bearing the drink, as she hastened her pace, propelled by an inscrutable sense of

that met her gaze was none other than Fiona, now prostrate upon the

woven of bewilderment and concern. For

of dismay rippled through the onlookers as they observed Fiona’s altered countenance. A whisper brushed the air, conjecture materializing

facial features have been irrevocably

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

a perceptible contraction. An involuntary shiver coursed through her body, a tangible reaction

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