emotions shook her-attraction, doubt, fascination, but above all, an increasing fear of what all this could mean. The youn
absorbed in her thoughts, her gaze fixed on a distant point. Loana couldn't help but notice the melancholy in her eyes, as if she were weig
past, something inside her told her that there were untold stories, f
r began to speak. The conversation started with something trivial, a
e coming to this house, I had a very different life. Not everything has been as you think.
re was something in her voice, in her expression, that made her feel she was abou
sked cautiously, a strange un
h time, lost in painful memories. Finally, she sighed, and her next wo
young man, full of dreams. My family and his... we had a bond, although no one remembers it anymore."- She paused, her voice faltering sligh
in her words, something unspoken that she couldn't grasp, but that she could feel like a w
her tone insistent despite the nervousnes
to tell her the truth. A long silence stretched
as difficult, and your grandparents put me on this path because there was no other
ge her perception of everything, was buried beneath the words left unsaid. As her mother busied hersel
ing, searching for something-anything-that could shed light on the mysteries surrounding the Ionescu family. As she entered the service area, she recalled seeing an o
d it carefully and exami
oud posture exuded an air of both nobility and sorrow. But what caught Loana's attention the most was the way she stood next to Mihai's
brary creaked open, and Loana instinctively to
as M
He looked distracted, lost in thought, and Loana felt a surge of nervousnes
He entered the library and
only a moment befo
lit space, dust floated in the air, and time seemed to stand still. The scent of old paper and forgotten memories filled the room
photographs, aged letters tied with silk ribbons, and yellowed newspaper clippings. Her fingers trac
otog
she had seen earlier. She was standing beside Mihai's father, but what sent shivers down Loa
hotograph over, h
the back in delicate
read it, her
grandmoth
s mind
tertwined with Mihai's in w
re now beginning to surface, threatening
ned home, her mother's w
d in this, Loana.
s already
already
m this moment on, the