As she left the healer's quarters that night, Celes felt a renewed sense of determination. She would continue to grow and learn, to become the healer she had always dreamed of being. Andros's betrayal and their crumbling marriage were painful, but they no longer defined her. She was more than her relationship, more than the hurt and disappointment. She was Celestine, the healer, and she would forge her own path forward.
Back at home, Andros was waiting for her, his expression wary. "We need to talk," he said, his voice tense.
Celes nodded, bracing herself for yet another confrontation. "Yes, we do."
They sat down at the kitchen table, the air between them thick with unresolved tension. Andros took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on hers.
"I’ve been thinking a lot about us, about everything that’s happened. I know I’ve made mistakes, and you've been disappointed. I’m truly sorry. But I want to make things right."
