FEDORA’S POV
“And what were those choices? Were they made by you or someone else? What does your choices have anything to do with Neio or Lorcan’s sister?”
The barrage of questions poured forth from my lips like a torrential rain, each one a reflection of the tangled web of curiosity and concern that had enveloped my thoughts. Dr. Severon's reaction was a storm of conflicting emotions, a battle that raged within him as he grappled with the weight of his own choices.
His head shook, a gesture that seemed both involuntary and deliberate, a manifestation of the inner turmoil that churned within him. My persistence had cracked a fissure in his veneer, revealing the vulnerability that lay beneath.
His voice, when it finally emerged from the storm within, held a mixture of regret and longing
