Medusa sat in the soft glow of the evening light, immersed in a pile of documents spread out before her. The impending meeting loomed in her mind, each page heavy with the weight of decisions yet to be made. Her gaze drifted toward the window, watching the hues of twilight dance across the horizon, when a gentle voice pierced the silence.
"Babe," Aleysia murmured, her tone soft and contemplative, as she continued to gaze at the fading light.
"Yes, sweetheart?" Medusa replied, her voice steady, though she did not shift her focus from the window.
"I haven't told you—or anyone else—about it," Aleysia began, slowly turning her body to meet Medusa's gaze.
At those words, a ripple of awareness coursed through Medusa. She set the documents aside, her heart quickening as she turned to face Aleysia fully. "What happened?" she asked, concern threading through her voice.
