Rising from the bed after days of forced rest, the improvement in my condition was palpable. The house, once silent, now beckoned me to explore its happenings. My thoughts turned to Alaxia; her well-being was paramount, and I resolved to seek an update from Everton, ensuring he kept a prudent distance for her safety.
Descending the stairs, a twinge of discomfort in my ankle was a minor hindrance compared to my determination. Reaching the ground floor, hushed voices drew my attention to the living room. Through the door’s sliver, I glimpsed my mother and Aria, engrossed in their laptop screens, their demeanor hinting at concealed plans.
Curiosity piqued, I decided to unveil their secret. With a casual stride, I entered the room, greeting them with a playful inquiry about their clandestine
