96 Fleeting memory

Days dragged on slowly, and finally, Linda was discharged from the hospital. With Marcel by her side, she made her way to the Mansion, anticipation tingling in the air. As they arrived, Marcel guided her upstairs to her room. Upon entering, Linda's eyes swept over the familiar surroundings, memories stirring within her. She turned to Marcel, a glimmer of recognition in her gaze. "This is your room," Marcel stated softly, his voice carrying a hint of warmth. Linda nodded, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Yes, I remember this room." Marcel moved closer, his presence enveloping her from behind as he wrapped his arms around her waist. She leaned into his embrace, feeling the steady beat of his heart against her back, comforting her. "If it weren't for Vladimir, we would have been looking forward to our wedding day," Marcel said, his voice tinged with regret. Linda's heart sank at the mention of Vladimir, the memory of what happened in the hospital flooded back inside h