Black Magic

Chapter 85: Letter

Magdalena stood amidst the wreckage of the office, her eyes still red from crying. Astrid had finally managed to calm down, and the guards had taken Thomas's corpse away, leaving her with a sense of emptiness and despair.

Magdalena she surveyed the room, her gaze fell upon a small, crumpled piece of paper on the floor.

She picked it up, smoothing out the wrinkles as she recognized the handwriting as somebody she doesn't know.

She unfolded the letter and began to read, her eyes scanning the page as she took in the words.

As Magdalena read on, she realized that everything needs amends.

The words were a mix of apology and pleading, a confession of love and grief.

The more Magdalena read, the more she understood the depth of everyon's emotions.

As she finished the letter, Magdalena felt a pang of sadness and regret.

She looked up to see Astrid sitting on the floor, her face still wet with tears. Magdalena felt a pang of guilt and compassion.

She knew that she had to find a way to reach out to Astrid, to help her heal from this trauma.

With empathy, Magdalena knelt down beside Astrid and took her hand. "Astrid," she said softly. "We need to talk about this."

Astrid looked up at her, her eyes red and swollen.

But as quickly as it appeared, the hope was extinguished by Astrid's despair. "No," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "You don't understand. You never loved him like I did."

Magdalena felt a surge of sadness and regret.

She knew that she had missed her chance to connect with Astrid, to help her find peace.

But as she looked into Astrid's eyes, she saw something there that gave her hope - a glimmer of humanity, a spark of vulnerability.

Maybe, just maybe, there was still a way to reach out to Astrid, to help her find healing and redemption.

"We'll talk to Nelson, we need to see what he's capable of"

ELEANOR'S POV

I collapsed onto the floor, my mind racing with thoughts of my sweet daughter, Alice.

She was gone, and I was consumed by the crushing weight of my own guilt.

I couldn't shake the feeling that I was responsible for her disappearance.

The what-ifs and maybes replayed in my head like a cruel mantra, driving me to the brink of madness.

As I lay there, I felt the tears streaming down my face, mingling with the snot and saliva as I wailed uncontrollably.

I was trapped in a vortex of despair, unable to escape the torment that had taken over my mind.

I scrambled to my feet, desperate to do something, anything, to distract myself from the agony that had become my reality.

But as I stumbled into the living room, I found myself overcome by a primal fury. I lashed out at the objects around me, smashing them with reckless abandon.

The maids cowered in fear, their eyes wide with terror as they tried to intervene. But I was beyond reason. I was a force of nature, untamed and unstoppable.

As I rampaged through the room, I caught glimpses of myself in the mirrors and windows.

My face was twisted with anguish, my eyes wild and unrecognizable. I was a stranger to myself, a monster driven by grief and desperation.