Inside Eliza, everything had gone quiet except for the steady pounding of her heart. Sherlock’s gaze never left her face. In his eyes was urgency, a silent plea, something deep that words could never fully convey. Eliza’s hands trembled as she turned toward Matteo.
“I have to go out… now,” she said softly.
Matteo stayed quiet for a moment before giving a small nod. He understood that this was not a usual interruption. The priest offered a calm smile and stepped aside, as though aware that sometimes life chooses its own direction.
Eliza lifted the edge of her dress and hurried out of the church. Sherlock moved ahead of her right away, repeatedly glancing back to make sure she was still following.
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