Chapter 29 An Unbreakable Bond

• The night was quiet as Celia sat on the mansion’s back patio, wrapped in her own thoughts and the faint chill of the evening air. The stars overhead were scattered like fragments of dreams, unreachable yet somehow comforting. She hugged her knees to her chest, letting herself be swallowed by the silence and solitude. Tonight, the memories felt heavier, pressing down on her chest, and she needed somewhere to release the weight.
• Unbeknownst to her, Alexander had been watching from the shadows of the house, his eyes tracing her small figure against the darkness. He hadn’t meant to interrupt her private moment, but the sadness on her face tugged at something deep within him. Quietly, he stepped forward.
• "Celia," he called softly, his voice barely more than a whisper.