TAHLIA~
His name hung on the edge of my lips like a finely woven tapestry—Archibald—Archibald, the single word turning into a mantra that hummed in every breath it was left unspoken. Yet, sheltered like a whispered secret I had vowed yet not to reveal. Leona gazed at me, her eyes searching mine, my question yet to be given a name.
Patiently, I waited for Leona's response, hoping that a single name might dispel my confusion. But all she offered was a mere shake of her head, accompanied by whispered words, "It was never spoken of."
Cruel.
I looked at her, my suspicion mounting, and then she rose from the bed, “Why do you ask?” Her voice, gentle as a whispering breeze, murmured.
I hesitated, not sure where to begin or what to say exactly. My thoughts felt like a chaotic whirlwind, and I
