CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY TWOMIRAAs the days passed, I found myself growing more and more comfortable around Lesley. We spent our days exploring the forest, gathering herbs, and preparing them for Mia.Our evenings were filled with shared meals, stories, and laughter.I couldn't believe how easy it was to talk to Lesley, to share my thoughts and feelings with him. He listened with a kind and attentive ear, offering words of encouragement and support. And when I looked into his eyes, I saw a deep sincerity and kindness that made me feel seen and heard.We started to develop a sense of camaraderie, a feeling of being in this together. Lesley would tease me good-naturedly, and I would playfully roll my eyes. Elara would giggle at our antics and would also mile knowingly.One evening, as we sat around the campfire, Lesley started telling a story about his childhood. He spoke of his parents, his siblings, and his adventures growing up. I listened, entranced, feeling like I was gettin
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