Meirah’s mind was like a whirlwind of questions and what-ifs as she sat by the window, looking at the vast expanse of the night sky. Did Lucian come to the playground because he was following her? Or maybe, just maybe, he had Silas in his thoughts, and that led him there? Or he might have genuinely come there feeling something was wrong?
These questions kept swirling around in her head, creating a cacophony of doubts and uncertainties. She found herself unable to find the calmness she was seeking, even with the tranquil night sky before her.
As time ticked away, Meirah noticed a slight change in the sky. The deep, dark canvas began to lighten ever so slightly, a subtle hint that dawn was approaching. A faint glimmer of light started to paint the horizon, signifying the end of the night a
