Alone in the room, Rachael sank into the coral-made armchair, her mind swirling with a torrent of thoughts and emotions. The weight of recent events pressed upon her, suffocating her in a sea of confusion.
She couldn't help but replay the scene– Morvath's untimely demise, the shattered hope, and the crushing disappointment. It felt as if the walls of her room were closing in, trapping her in a prison of her own making.
She visualized the imaginary spot where his bloodied figure had lain, the image burned into her memory like a scar. Questions tugged at her conscience, demanding answers that seemed forever out of reach. Why had the truth eluded her once again? Who was responsible for Morvath's sudden demise? And most importantly, what more did he know about her being Icarus' bride and what connections did he have with her mother?
