Elara reluctant to reveal
Elara shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her fingers nervously playing with the edge of the table. Julian’s eyes bore into hers, seeking answers. “
I don’t know where to begin,” she started, her voice barely above a whisper. Julian leaned in, his gaze unwavering. “Just tell me the truth,”
he urged. Elara hesitated, the weight of years of secrecy pressing down on her. The room seemed to close in, echoes of past decisions lingering.