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!”

The woman offered an apologetic refuge, her hair a modest

‘s L I B

spoken, yet departure contemplated… Ah,

push that toppled the woman to the ground.

countenance struck fear in the mother,

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

was

of bewilderment and concern.

through the onlookers as they observed Fiona’s altered countenance. A whisper

been irrevocably marred. The

gaze lifted, and it intersected with Millie’s presence. A gradual shift

underwent a perceptible contraction. An

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