After I left, they begged for Forgiveness

Chapter 92- Someone else

He chewed another bite of pancake, letting the syrup coat his tongue like a sugary mask. From the corner of his eye, Elijah studied Valeria with practiced ease. The delicate flick of her wrist as she stirred her tea.

The way her fingers danced around the cup, too smooth, too precise, not quite human in their symmetry.

Not robotic. No. Whoever, or whatever, this was had learned to mimic Valeria down to the micro-expression. It was almost flawless.

Almost.

But there were fractures.

And fractures always grow.

Elijah’s gaze drifted to the window. The pine trees outside stood like sentinels in the mist, cloaked in white silence. The world felt muted, like nature itself was holding its breath.

He leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head, and exhaled a long, satisfied sigh.

That’s when the front door creaked open.

A figure stood in the doorway, framed by the last breath of morning fog curling into the house like smoke from an old war.

Livia.

She stepped in slowly, boots da