As Ava and I made our way through the tunnel, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of gratitude and apprehension. Lilya had reached out to Ava for help, and I knew that Ava would always be there for her, just as she had been there for me countless times before. Yet, the weight of the secret I carried gnawed at my conscience.
Ava glanced at me, her eyes filled with curiosity. "Lucas, does Lilya know that we used to belong in the same pack?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine interest.
I sighed, my gaze fixed on the ground as I walked. "Yes, she knows that much," I replied, my voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "But what she doesn't know is that I was there when her parents were killed, and she suffered from trauma-induced amnesia. She has no recollection of that moment."
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