Lila returned to her quarters, the weight of her choices and emotions pressing down on her like a silent storm. She barely noticed her father's arrival until he stood beside her, his presence a steady comfort amidst the whirlwind in her mind. Noah regarded his daughter quietly, reading the conflicting emotions etched in her face.
Seeing the furrow of doubt shadow her features, he finally asked, "Lila, are you questioning your decision?"
A heavy silence followed, and Lila let out a shaky breath, her voice no louder than a whisper. "Did I make the right choice, Father?" She lifted her gaze to meet his, seeking wisdom in the familiar depth of his eyes. "Choosing… choosing to stay beside him. I feel like I'm trying to hold a fragile, burning thing. Can I ever trust that it's real?"
