Chapter Seventy-One: It's Been So Long
Tristan POV:
The weight of the world seemed to press down upon my shoulders as I sank into the plush leather chair in my study, the room dimly lit by the flickering flames from the fireplace. I cradled an exquisite glass of Macallan 72, an amber nectar that was a fine testament to time and craftsmanship. Its smoky notes and rich, oaky depth were a delight for the senses, yet it felt tasteless on my numb palate.
In the confines of this silent solitude, I found myself clutching one of Aurora's scarves, the soft fabric almost ethereal to the touch. The scent of lavender and vanilla wafted from it, an olfactory ghost of her that stirred a whirlpool of memories within me.
Each memory was a vivid snapshot, replaying our shared moments in a cruel slides
