And then their hands found each other in a subtle yet profound connection.

“Aisha.” His murmur held a weight of realization, an unraveling truth echoing through his consciousness.

“Leon, I’m Millie.” She gently withdrew her hand, a step backwards. “Is sorrow your specter, conjuring phantoms?”

No, hallucinations did not cloud his senses.

In this ephemeral juncture, Leon’s phone resonated with an urgent melody—a call from Claudia.

“Got it.”

concluded the call by ending it. Claudia

cautious retreat, a chasm of ache formed in his

before him, a memory intertwined with his forceful demand for her to exchange Lois. Placing a pen

Such a ludicrous spectacle.

Millie, agony painted across his gaze, her own unease

Angela’s Library

declared, a waiting taxi becoming her escape

from intervening; he merely observed as the car departed. Once the vehicle had faded into the distance, he proceeded to unlatch his car door and enter. One cigarette succeeded another, a series of bitter inhalations punctuating the farcical nature of his

strewn across the ground, the assistant became privy to the relentless smoking, as if each puff were an enactment of his lung’s preordained folly. Igniting yet another cigarette, the interior

grappled with uncertainty. Could Leon’s profound

a state of despondency. After pondering for a while, a decision crystallized: it was time to inform

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