Adela found herself at a loss for words as she gazed upon Egon and Noctavian standing together on the hill where she and her husband had once watched the sunset.
It was surprising to her that at her age, she could still experience emotions that defied easy description – this newfound warmth filling her heart when Egon and Noctavian interacted, overlaying the lingering ache of past wounds. What was that sensation?
Now that he was here again, even though being with him was more impossible than ever, would her heart heal and grant her some respite?
"Dela…" Sasha's voice conveyed her concern, hinting that Adela's expression was less than composed.
Inhaling deeply, Adela attempted to relax her outward appearance.
"Look at how deeply engrossed they are," Sasha mused.
Adela smiled, "Yes, the hill was a good choice."
