The air was thick with tension as Lucia sat silently beside Miranda, the weight of their conversation pressing heavily on her mind. Miranda’s words had opened a door to the past, a past Lucia had forgotten but was now desperate to reclaim. The memory of Nicholo lingered in her thoughts, his image as vivid as if she had seen him just yesterday. But no matter how much she tried to grasp the fragments of her past, they continued to elude her, leaving her with more questions than answers.The forest around them was still, save for the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze. The night was deepening, and the stars above seemed to shine brighter, their cold light casting long shadows on the ground. Lucia shivered, though the air was not particularly cold. It was the uncertainty, the not knowing
