Her determination to face the von Conradie estate's staff with dignified confidence faltered as the broken bed emitted a creak when she stepped off. But her focus on receiving news about their son bolstered her resolve, prompting her to muster the courage to stand beside her husband.
Egon rose and gently held her hand, sending a reassuring smile her way and patiently awaiting her signal. His aura, though still dark, exuded an air of stability, resonating with the tranquility that he projected.
"I am ready."
His thumb brushed over her knuckles once as she prepared herself.
"Come in, Sator."
With the door opening, the soothing scent of incense filled the room, carried by the man and his entourage. He was wearing that same white shirt with that same warm smile beneath his white turban, appearing as though he hadn't aged a day in the eight years since their last encounter.
