ELENA’S POV The rest of the afternoon passed in a fog. Noah chattered endlessly, his tiny hands waving as he described every detail of his day, while I forced my attention on him, pretending the storm of thoughts in my head wasn’t threatening to drown me. Maria’s words echoed: Master Roland. The fight. Morris switching allegiance. Five years ago… I sank into the quiet corner of the living room after Noah had gone to bed, nursing a cup of tea that had gone cold. My mind replayed every fragment of memory I’d managed to suppress for years. Roland. That tattoo. The hotel room. The night that had shattered my world. And now he was here, in the same city, in the same orbit as me… and Noah. I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms. How could the universe be so cruel, bringing him back into my life without warning? My fingers trembled as I ran them over my face, desperate to shake the nausea that had settled deep in my stomach. I couldn’t let him know I remembered. Not Just
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