Asher guided Kiara gently into the office, his arm wrapped around her frail shoulders like a protective shield. The room seemed to hold its breath as they stepped inside, the air heavy with unspoken words. And then she saw him, an old man with silver hair that shimmered under the soft glow of the lights. His eyes were a mirror of her mother’s, sparkling with a familiar warmth she had longed for all her life.
The man’s gaze, clouded with years of sorrow and regret, locked onto Kiara as if she were a ghost from a cherished past. His hands, trembling with the weight of a thousand emotions, reached out, bridging the chasm of lost years.
“My beloved,” he choked, the words barely escaping through the lump in his throat. His voice quivered, drenched in the tears he had held back for far too lon
