His eyes scanned the contents of the message.
And his breath hitched.
A cold weight settled in his chest.
It was true.
He had been on the wrong path.
His gut, his unshakable, battle honed instinct, had been wrong.
The realization was like a blade, sharp and merciless.
He had wasted so much time.
He had been so sure. So damn sure that Nnenna was the one, that Somto was keeping her identity a secret.
But in reality?
He had been the one lying to himself.
He had thrown away years of careful searching the moment he got a single clue that seemed too good to be false. He had abandoned every other lead, blindly chasing a shadow.
But worst of all?
He had wasted her time.
The person who was truly out there. Waiting. And he had failed her.
That thought hurt more than anything else.
Arthur's hands curled into fists. No. No more delays.
His mistakes had already cost too much.
He refused to waste a single second more.
