Bab 400: A shadowy figure.

Abigail's mind raced, attempting to decipher what she had just witnessed. The fleeting glimpse had left her uncertain, unable to discern whether it had been a human figure or merely a trick of the shadows. Her pulse began to race, and a shiver of unease ran down her spine as she pondered the possibilities.

Before she could fully process the situation, an unexpected touch coiled around her waist. Her body tensed, instinctively reacting to the sensation, and she spun around with a gasp. Her wide eyes met a familiar pair, and the cool breeze tousled the dark hair that framed Christopher's face.

Abigail's racing heart began to slow, the swirl of emotions within her finding solace in the sight of her husband. The initial shock ebbed away, replaced by the warmth of familiarity.