Chapter 32 Shadows Of Doubts

• || Lilac’s POV ||
• The days blurred together in a haze of ink-stained fingers and late-night study sessions. Dad’s office had become my refuge—the scent of old books and coffee grounding me as I poured over pack ledgers and border reports. Numbers, treaties, supply routes—things I’d never cared about in my past life now consumed me.
• Dad watched me with quiet pride, his usual stern expression softening whenever I asked a question.