eir lives. They met in secluded corners of the library, whispered secrets during faculty meetings, and exchanged fur

nto his sermons, though the words felt hollow, devoid of their usual conviction. Anya, meanwhile, found herse

he lake, hand in hand, Anya confessed

hed in her eyes. "I know the feeling," he admitted.

ling slightly. "I'm afraid," she whispe

don't have to lose ourselves," he murmured, his voic

gan to notice subtle shifts in their colleagues' behavior, whispers in the hallwa

d an unexpected visitor – Dean Croft, a stern-faced man with a

oice grave, "I've received some...c

Concerns?" she stammere

s just say there have been whisper

sea wash over her. Was

faculty to uphold the highest standards of conduct, both personal an

ver her tracks. But the fear that their secret would be exposed, th

eb of deception they had woven was beginning to unravel, and the cons

ir, the growing paranoia and fear of discovery, and the first hint