Need To Act Quickly

The next day, I made my way to Margot's home, carrying the weight of our recent failures on my shoulders. The sun shone brightly overhead, casting warm rays that seemed to dance on the path before me. With each step, I replayed our attempts in my mind, searching for any missed detail, any clue that might lead us to a solution.

When I arrived at Margot's door, I knocked softly, my anxiety bubbling beneath the surface. She opened the door with a warm smile, her eyes filled with an unreleased laugh.

"Layla, come in," she said, her voice calm and soothing. "I've been expecting you. How are you holding up?"

I sighed, my shoulders slumping with the weight of my emotions. "It's been difficult, Margot. We tried the ritual, but it didn't work. Brad still doesn't remember anything, and I'm running out of ideas."

Margot placed a comforting hand on my arm, her touch grounding me. "Sometimes, the answers come when we least expect them. We just have to keep searching, keep trying. The solution migh