Bab 78: THE PROMISE OF CLOSURE AND DETACHMENT

William sat alone in the hushed sanctuary of his office, the soft glow of his phone casting a faint illumination across his features as he pored over the images that danced across the screen. Unbeknownst to him, a tempest of scandal and intrigue raged beyond the confines of his private retreat, the air thick with the weight of unspoken truths and whispered speculation.

The pictures, frozen moments captured in time, held a magnetic allure, drawing his gaze with an almost hypnotic pull. In each frame, Dahlia's essence seemed to leap from the screen, her laughter and grace immortalized in pixels and light. Yet, as he lingered on each image, a sense of unease gnawed at the edges of his consciousness, a disquiet that lurked in the shadows of his thoughts.