Boniface & Ingrid: A Love Forged

Previously

…As he walked home, the city lights blurring around him, a new question began to form, a question tinged with a strange mix of trepidation and anticipation. If Ingrid remembered, if she had sent the letter, what was it that she wanted him to remember? The mystery had deepened, not dissipated, and Boniface, the reclusive scholar, found himself drawn into a narrative far more compelling and personal than any he had ever studied. The echo of a shared season had become a whisper, and he was now compelled to listen.