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!”

refuge, her

L A ‘s L I B R A R

spoken, yet departure contemplated…

the maternal figure, yielding to a push that toppled the woman to the ground. And thus, the veil concealing her

the mother, drawing the attention of onlookers in

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

gaze was none other than Fiona, now prostrate upon

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

whisper brushed

have been irrevocably

shift of her eyes

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