#Chapter 85: Trapped

Almara

The rising sun painted the sky in fiery hues as I made my way down the familiar path towards Noah's house. The large house on the hill exuded an air of tranquility that always put me at ease. Their daily meetings were a cherished routine, a sanctuary from the whirlwind of everyday life.

As I entered Noah's home, a warm embrace of cinnamon and wood greeted my senses. As always, there was also the underlying scent of paint. The cozy living room, with its plush armchairs and shelves lined with well-loved books, felt like a haven from the outside world.

Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to enjoy it as much as I usually would. My headaches were becoming more frequent, an unwelcome symptom of being pregnant. Today was no exception; the familiar throb started to pulsate behind my eyes.

Noah, sensing my discomfort before I could even say anything as he so often did, moved with a graceful urgency. With a gentle smile, he offered to brew a medicinal tea, an elixir he'd perfected over the year