The room bore the scars of her frenzy. Leon approached Millie, his concern surfacing. “Are you unharmed?”

Millie shook her head, stepping back cautiously. “I am intact.”

Millie entered the room, saying, “I’ll fetch the design drawing. Please wait.”

In the room, Millie rubbed her scratched arm from the carton.

Fiona teetered on the brink of madness, propelled from destitution to opulence, and now hurled back to her origins. Such a drastic shift often carried a poignant ache of acceptance.

Yet sympathy found no place within Fiona’s narrative, for her own choices sculpted this trajectory.

draft and blinked in surprise

Millie extended the draft. “Here lies the

fixed on the blueprint with

something and inquired, “Why

the design,

Flynn Davies. The name appeals to me

rejoining the Thomas family, he’d donned simple black T-shirt, embroiled in brawls day by day.

the fold, he took on a new name

Millie, sensing Leon’s profound anguish. He believed he’d found his life’s devotion, only to be ensnared in

past memories is worthwhile. But we should move

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