Chapter 87: Her Grand Return
Enveloped in a shroud of impenetrable mystery, the woman sat in her seat, her features concealed by the veil of her sunglasses and head wrap, a lone traveler driven by a singular purpose: to reach her destination.
Her hands, intertwined like the coils of a snake, held the secret of her identity, her fingers laced with the marks of a past she dared not reveal.
A silent resolve, a fierce determination, radiated from her, the only indication of the fire that burned within, a fire fueled by her mission.
The white suit, a beacon of purity in the sea of anonymity, draped over her form, a pristine canvas that belied the turmoil within.
Her companions, the little boy and the handsome man, sat by her side, their trust and devotion unwavering, their heads bowed in quiet deference.
