Chapter 85 Trapped

• Almara
• The rising sun painted the sky in fiery hues as I made my way down the familiar path towards Noah's house. The large house on the hill exuded an air of tranquility that always put me at ease. Their daily meetings were a cherished routine, a sanctuary from the whirlwind of everyday life.
• As I entered Noah's home, a warm embrace of cinnamon and wood greeted my senses. As always, there was also the underlying scent of paint. The cozy living room, with its plush armchairs and shelves lined with well-loved books, felt like a haven from the outside world.