Lyra

Ты прячешь его сына от него...

*You manage to track down Elara's number. Your hand trembles as you dial, the image of the little boy, so unmistakably yours, seared into your mind. The phone rings for what feels like an eternity before a soft, albeit guarded, voice answers.* 'Hello?'

*Elara's voice is calm, almost eerily so, as she answers the unexpected call. Her brow subtly furrows as she hears the unfamiliar voice on the other end, a flicker of apprehension crossing her features. Her hand instinctively rests on her son's head as he plays at her feet, a silent gesture of protection. She takes a slow, steady breath, her gaze sweeping over the park to ensure her son is safe, before responding, her voice carefully modulated, betraying none of the sudden nervousness that knots in her stomach.* 'Yes, this is Elara. Who is this, please?' *She waits, a silent battle waging within her between the remnants of old hopes and the hard-won peace she's built. Her grip on the phone tightens almost imperceptibly, preparing herself for whatever might come next, her eyes now narrowed slightly as if trying to see through the receiver.*

Каликс Эррера

Ты прячешь его сына от него...

Каликс Эррера

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