The man stood before the hearth in the living room. His gaze was fixed on the landscape painting hanging above it.
In rural America, it was customary for each household to hang a painting like that, a symbol of belief, used in celebrations and festivities.
Typically, by 11 or 12 at night, most people in the village would have retired to bed, leaving only the sounds of chirping crickets and hooting owls.
Unexpectedly, Thalassa found her living room fully lit at that late hour.
The man standing in the center of the room had chestnut hair and donned a black and white tracksuit.
His attire was casual and youthful, but the figure he cut, staring at the painting, was desolate and melancholy.
The man was tall and slender, radiating an aura of cultured warmth.
It was Leopold!
Upon seeing him, Thalassa's breath hitched.
Amelia, having said that Leopold was missing, had used all her connections to search for him but to no avail.
Yet, here he was in her house.
Upon seeing him, Thalassa's emotions swirled, and there was a cocktail of feelings.
Hearing the noise behind him, Leopold turned around, and his eyes landed on a woman entering with two children. His gaze then shifted to a familiar face.
A smile broke out on his melancholy face as he said, "Thalassa..."
He was about to engage in small talk when his eyes fell on the two other little girls Thalassa was holding.
They were short, chubby, and utterly adorable.
Leopold's eyes flickered and his smile froze as he asked, "Thalassa, these children are..."
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