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Chapter 26 – The Weight of Trust
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The stranger’s words still lingered in the air long after he had disappeared into the horizon. "The lost son of the Lancaster family is still alive." Adrian stood frozen in place, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. He had spent years outrunning his past, burying it so deep that even he had started to believe it was nothing more than a ghost. But ghosts had a way of returning when least expected. Elara stood beside him, her hand still resting gently on his arm. “Adrian.” Her voice was soft, careful. He inhaled sharply, pulling away. “I need to think.” Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked toward the trees, disappearing into the thick shadows of the forest. She watched him go, her chest tight with worry. She had seen him battle his demons before. But this time, it was different. This time, his demons had found him first. Adrian’s boots crushed fallen leaves beneath him as he walked deeper into the forest. The further he went, the more the
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Adrian Lancaster stood at the edge of the village, his heart heavy with uncertainty. The morning mist curled around his boots, a quiet reminder of how far he had come—and how far he still had to go. His hands curled into fists at his sides, his body stiff as though bracing for an invisible storm.The letter from his family felt heavier than parchment should. Tucked deep in his pocket, it was a physical weight, a constant presence reminding him of the people who had abandoned him—people who now wanted him back. His entire life had been rewritten by a single, cruel truth: the disease that had spread through his body, warping his once-perfect appearance, had turned him into something unrecognizable. And when he had needed them the most, they had turned their backs on him.But now, they were calling him home.He didn’t know why. He didn’t know if he wanted to find out.Beside him, Elara adjusted the strap of her satchel. The soft rustle of fabric drew his attention, and he glanced at her,
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The way ahead of them opened up endlessly, winding between giant trees whose leaves murmured secrets in the wind. The morning was soft, golden rays filtering through the heavy canopy above, leaving shifting patterns on the earth trail below Adrian Lancaster's boots.Tension curled in his chest like a tightly wound spring.The night-before whisper persisted in his thoughts."You could have stayed out of sight, Adrian."He had been noticed. Someone had been watching him.And that meant danger was not far behind.Elara Whitmore walked along beside him, her steps silent, her gaze flicking in his direction every so often. He knew she sensed his tension, but she hadn't pushed him to speak.At least not yet.But still, she was steady. A deep quiet confidence that no matter what ghosts from his own past lay in wait, he wasn't stepping out into them alone.For the first time in years, he wasn't completely by himself.But for how long?The further they walked, the quieter the world became. The
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The sky was a dull grey when Adrian and Elara returned through the forest. Rain had not yet started to fall, but the wind was full of its scent—fresh, heavy, and unavoidable. There wasn't much to say on the way back. There wasn't any need for words. There was this growing sense of understanding between them, growing with every step they shared.Adrian walked a little closer now, not as guarded. His hand would occasionally brush against Elara's as they picked their way along the narrow trail between trees and roots. Every touch sent a shiver racing up her spine, but she said nothing, not wanting to break the spell of silence.It was raining by the time they reached the edge of Elara's cottage.“I’ll start a fire,” she said, pushing open the wooden door with her shoulder.Adrian hesitated for a second before stepping inside. Each time he entered this little home, it felt more like a place that belonged to him too. Not just her refuge—but theirs.Elara's pets woke up in the background, t
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The next day dawned dark and quiet, the rain falling to a wispy mist that clung to cottage windows like a shroud. Elara was the first to awaken, waking to a squint through gray light as embers of the fire still flickered in the hearth. She strained to rise from the couch, the frayed blanket slithering down off of her shoulders, and gazed down at Adrian—out cold on the mat at her feet, his hand wedged under his head. She rose and regarded him for a very, very long time.He had slept younger. His angles softer. The peaks of his mourning, that he had worn hard, now softened themselves down to almost gentleness. Eyelashes on his cheekbones made a dark haven, and there was the rumpled tangled clump of black hair in this pillow on which his head lay last night.Elara moved quietly, not to wake him, when she moved quietly into the alcove kitchen and poured water from the kettle. The old stove creaked and spat with a patch of fire flame when Elara lit it. Raindrop and bird sang floated on bra
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It came the next day, shrouded in pale mist. The fields far out beyond the cottage sparkled with silver mist, and the world was hushed, shut.Adrian had gotten up early, and couldn't sleep, a raw hurt of pain in his chest. Not scared, only — but a raw sensation that something huge had to be told, had to be told.He looked over at Elara, still wrapped in the quilt, her peaceful face sleeping. His heart ached with love. Regardless of how many mornings he had with her, he never got used to waking up with her. She was the best of every morning, the reminder that despite all the ugliness and hurt, he could be loved.He moved closer, drawing a kiss to her forehead then resting on the bed, slowly settling back onto it.Today there would be a difference.Today, he promised himself, he would show her something — something better than those smooth words of comfort or fumbling kisses. Something she would remember in years to come.Adrian settled into houses woods ahead of time, migrating until h
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Their honeymoon evening, their very first ever was a most beloved dream suspended halfway between reality and fantasy.Arm in arm, Adrian and Elara returned through the meadows to Catherine's cottage, their footsteps unhindered and unencumbered. The sky was ablaze with stars in a lovely scattering of light, and the fading resounds of music and laughter from the village carnival still clung to them behind. But here, amidst this new stillness of the fields, there were but the two of them — wife and husband, bound together by vows spoken in hushed tones beneath the old oak.Adrian kept her a step or two away from the cottage, and with this arm around her waist, pulled her into his arms. In starlight, he looked at her face, too full to grunt out one word. With his thumb drawing along the line on the ridge of her cheek in gentle, light-feather motion, Elara gazed."Are you real?" he roughly demanded, as if he was afraid of waking to find this one of his bitter dreams.Elara smiled, the ski
