Sorah’s POV.
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“You’re all dismissed.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Sighing, I relax tiredly into the comfort of the leather swivel chair I’m sitting on and listen to the collective sound of feet filing out of my office. Shutting my eyes briefly and reopening them, I twirl a bit away from the exhausting documents strewn over my desk. My eyes expand with astonishing surprise to catch the gradual shower of tiny white dots outside the window.
The first snow of the year.
Swiftly, I’m twirling back to face my desk, resisting the urge to cringe at the untidy paperwork. Might as well tidy them up a little before I go pick up the kids from school.
A warm smile dyes over my face when my eyes float towards the picture frame standing to the farther left of the large and busy desk.
How many years has it been? Hmmm, ten, huh?
My thumb caresses the glass over the family picture taken five years ago as I continue to smile warmly, reminiscing the moment it was taken. Me, my mate, and our two beautiful girls o
