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“What surfaced from your past?”
“I can’t quite grasp it...” Elissa’s brow furrowed in concentration, her complexion resembling fresh snow. “Just
shadows and impressions, nothing concrete.”
“This is entirely normal,” Hamza interjected with practiced reassurance. “At this stage, you're experiencing only
disconnected fragments. Further sessions will help arrange these pieces into a coherent narrative. The
neurological exertion alone explains her current exhaustion. Complete rest is essential when you return home—
her mind needs tto process.”
“Understood. Thank you for your expertise.” Ernest's words carried genuine gratitude.
They departed the sterile environment of the clinic, and Ernest drove Elissa back to Lion Bay, guiding the vehicle
through afternoon traffic toward the sanctuary of her home. With attentive care, he escorted Elissa to her
quarters and gently eased her onto the plush surface of her bed, arranging pillows behind her with unexpected
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His gaze lingered on her ashen features, his eyes softening with an emotion rarely displayed so openly. “Rest
now. Let everything else fall away.”
“My throat feels parched,” she whispered, her voice slightly ragged. “Would you mind bringingswater?”
“Consider it done.” Without hesitation, Ernest rose and strode purposefully from the room, his footsteps fading
down the hallway.
His smartphone remained abandoned on the polished surface of the nightstand, an oversight unusual for
someone typically so meticulous. The device suddenly erupted in vibration, the unexpected movement jolting
Elissa from her exhausted haze. Her eyes drifted toward the illuminated screen where “Bonnie Holland” pulsed in
bold letters, demanding attention.
Bonnie? The nregistered like an electrical shock to her system. When had she and Ernest established this
connection? How deep did their communication run?
The vibration ceased, leaving an unnatural silence in its wake. Elissa’s gaze remained fixed on the now-darkened
device, her thoughts suspended in a state of numb disbelief.
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“Elissa.” The door swung inward as Ernest reappeared, a glass of water carefully clutched in his hand. “Here, this
should help.”
“Thank you.” Elissa’s fingers closed around the cool glass as she settled against the headboard, taking measured
sips while struggling to maintain a neutral expression.
Ernest's hand moved toward his phone, retrieving it with casual efficiency. As he scanned the screen, a subtle
transformation rippled across his features—a momentary tightening around the eyes as he glanced toward
Elissa.
“I should respond to this call,” he announced, his voice carefully modulated to convey nothing beyond routine
obligation.
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