{Elira}
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"And ESA?" Uncle Marc asked gently. "Are you adjusting well?"
"Yes. I'm adjusting well," I replied, keeping my tone even. "Thank you for asking."
"Good." He sighed, the sound full of something like quiet relief. "I owe you an apology, Elira, for not calling until now. I thought it best to give you space, especially knowing how much you endured because of Regina."
The mention of her name prickled something sharp inside me, but I stayed quiet, my lips pressed together.
Uncle Marc didn't push. Instead, his voice softened further. "Tell me, Alpha Cyprus and his family, are they treating you well?"
"Yes," I said immediately, almost firmly. "They've been kind to me."
"Thank the Moon goddess," he breathed, as though a weight had lifted from his chest. "Then I am glad."
A beat passed before his tone grew steady again. "Save this number, Elira. You can call me whenever you want and ask about anything. Do you understand?"
