Catrin stood frozen at Arwen's words. Her breath hitched when she realized what had just happened.
Arwen left? She just left like that without any hesitation?
Her mind raced to comprehend the reality that just happened, but the weight of Arwen's fiery determination and her fierce words lingered in the air— 'From this moment on, I will live for myself.'
Catrin shook her head, her heart clenching as she fought against the suffocating wave of disbelief. This couldn't be real. Arwen loved and respected her most in this world, she wouldn't leave like that. With that, she turned to Idris, hoping —no, begging —for him to deny it all, to say something that would make her believe this wasn't at all real.
But her last hint of confidence shattered when she met his defeated gaze. Idris sat slumped on the sofa as his shoulders trembled slightly. There was no anger in his posture, no reprimand for Arwen's words. Only defeat was evident in his frame.
