CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHT - Between Echoes of Yesterday's Sorrow

The crisp autumn air nipped at Nia's cheeks as she strolled down Main Street. Streetlights flickered to life, casting a warm glow on the bustling sidewalks. She breathed in deeply, savoring the scent of fallen leaves and distant woodsmoke. For the first time in months, she felt a sense of pride in her progress. "I deserve this," she murmured to herself, adjusting her scarf as she approached the cozy Italian restaurant she'd been eyeing for weeks. Just ahead, a couple walked arm in arm, their laughter floating back to her on the evening breeze. The man was tall with dark hair, his posture achingly familiar. The woman leaned into him, her hand resting comfortably on his chest as she tipped her head back in mirth. Nia's breath caught in her throat. For a heartstopping moment, she saw herself and Leon, memories of similar evenings flooding her mind. The couple turned, revealing unfamiliar faces, and the illusion shattered. But the damage was done. Nia's chest tightened, her vision blu