I sat in the dim light of the drawing room, the quiet ticking of the clock the only sound that dared break the silence. Marion's face was grave as he settled into the armchair across from me. I had sensed something in the air, a heaviness I couldn't quite name, but now, as he cleared his throat, the truth began to unravel in a way that I never expected.
"Selena," Marion began, his tone measured and regretful, "there's something I need to tell you. Something from my past that I've kept hidden for too long."
I leaned forward, anxiety mingling with a cautious curiosity. "What is it?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Marion hesitated, his eyes clouded with memories. "It's about Aria," he said slowly. "You know how you've always wondered about her, about the connection between her and me." I nodded, my heart pounding. I had pieced together hints over the months, the strange coincidences and the unspoken looks. Now, it seemed, I was about to learn the truth.
