Thalassa and Lysander were cozied up at the dinner table, indulging in a delicious meal. Just as they were about to finish, Thalassa's phone rang. She picked it up to see Hertha calling. Without hesitation, she answered.

"Thalassa, what are you up to? Oh, right, you've just pulled off a wedding heist, must be all lovey-dovey with Lysander, sickeningly sweet. Unlike me, feeling like I've been put through the wringer, heart, liver, spleen, stomach, and kidneys, all aching," Hertha's voice came through the phone, laden with a wish-to-cry despondence.

Sensing something was off with Hertha, Thalassa asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's too much to explain over the phone. Can we meet in person? Do you have time?" Hertha sighed.

Hertha, usually so vibrant and cheerful, sounded so downhearted that Thalassa sensed something serious was amiss.

Covering the mouthpiece, she looked over at Lysander for approval, "Hertha needs me, is it okay if I step out for a bit?" Lysander dabbed his mouth with a napkin and asked, "Are you done eating?"

"Yeah, I'm full," Thalassa nodded.

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her fork, Thalassa hurriedly stood up, promising, "I'll be back before

Lysander's

Thalassa said, "Then

Lysander instructed Fitch,

Fitch sprang

found Hertha by the lake in

breeze lifted her wig slightly, casting a long, lonely shadow under the

her like this,

mood, "What's got our 'sunshine'

ready to let go of the past, not to dwell on Alaric's history, and build a family with him, give our kids

the license? Let me see it?" Thalassa probed gently,

away with a mournful look, "It fell through, we

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