Lenoraâs POV I couldn't believe my eyes. Standing before me was a woman I had thought I might never see again. Eight months had passed since that fateful day when I found her lying broken and battered on the side of the road, left to die by some unknown stranger. The memory of her frail body, barely holding to life, flashed vividly in my mind. I had rushed to her side, desperate to help and in that moment, I had felt a strange unshakable connection to her. Now, here she was, alive and radiant, her presence alone, commanding the room in a way I could never have imagined. âOphelia?â I whispered, my voice trembling, barely audible over the pounding of my heart. âWhat are you doing here?â She tilted her head slightly, a soft smile curving her lips. Her eyes, warm and loving, met mine. âLenora.â She said with that smooth voice of hers. âIt's been a while, hasn't it?â I blinked, struggling to believe that the woman before me was the same fragile figure I had seen before. I
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