#Chapter 128: Lookalike

Alexander Ella was dead. She’d passed away during labor a week ago, and it still didn’t feel real. Not when the coroner came to take her away, not when the funeral director asked me to pick out a casket, and not even now, when her body was laying on display just downstairs. She couldn’t be dead. I refused to believe it. I swore my bond to her hadn’t fully severed somehow, as if faint threads of it still existed in the ether… And yet, she was truly gone. There was no going back now, no matter how badly I wanted to reverse time. Oh, how I desperately wished I could turn back the clock and never lock her up. Maybe if she hadn’t felt the need to rush to her family’s burnt home in secret, I could have been there to help her when she went into labor. Or maybe she wouldn’t have gone into labor at all because of the stress. But what was done was done. Ella was dead, and she had left me with our son. Our son. I’d named him Lucien, after the word “