Sheila hesitated, her fingers tightening around the edges of the book she carried. For a fleeting moment, retreat seemed like the safer option, but she pushed the thought aside. With quiet resolve, she stepped forward, her footsteps faint but deliberate in the tranquil library.
Reaching the table, she gently pulled out the chair, five space from Liam, and took a seat, her movements careful, almost tentative.
Liam's eyes flicked toward her briefly before returning to his tome. 'She looks calmer, more composed—closer to her usual self. But that fierce determination in her eyes... it's still missing,' he noted inwardly, his expression unreadable as he immersed himself in the text.
The two sat in near silence, each absorbed in their respective books. Or so it seemed.
