Omar’s entrance drew every eye, like moths to a light bulb.

He stood tall and aloof, exuding an aura that seemed to set him apart from everyone else, yet his undeniable presence commanded attention.

Every eye followed him as he made his way toward Mark with a casual stride.

“Mr.

Garza,” he greeted, his tone laced with condescension.

Mark’s face lit up with a welcoming smile.

“Come on in, Omar.

Hannah is inside.

With a polite nod, Omar replied, “Alright.

They moved from the garden into the living room.

The moment Omar stepped in, his gaze locked onto Hannah, who was seated on the sofa.

left, Claire, and across from her sat Merlin in a wheelchair, seemingly indifferent to the

is the

smiling warmly as she

folks

your grandfather,

leaving, she gave Hannah’s

your

Morrison.

final affectionate glance, Claire linked arms with Mark, and

at Hannah, but seeing no reaction from her, he slowly

to meet you,” Omar said as

seems fate has brought

Hannah replied with

cruel twist

she felt a flicker of movement in

your hand in my face,” she

his hand freezing

“Can you see?”

can sense it,” she

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