After the Last Tear: Rising from the Ashes of a Broken Marriage Novel - Chapter 80

I never thought I'd see Pax again.

But fate, it seemed, had a cruel sense of humor.

Two years later, on another Christmas Eve, as Berlin slipped into wintertime, I found myself walking through streets dusted in the season's first snowfall. The golden glow of streetlamps flickered against frost-coated windows, the world outside hushed and serene.

Inside the lab, however, serenity was the last thing on our professor's mind.

"This one's going to be a handful," she muttered, rubbing her temples in exasperation.