Broken Mirrors of Truth

The bustling sounds of heels echoed through the airport as Ezra confidently strolled towards the exit. Her gaze swept across the crowd in search of the chauffeur awaiting her arrival. The air around her buzzed with an undeniable power, drawing glances from passersby who couldn't help but steal glimpses of the intriguing woman in their midst.

Draped in a comfortable yet stylish co-ord set, Ezra embodied the essence of a modern girl boss. The sunlight danced on her branded sunglasses, adding an air of mystery to her already captivating aura. A well-chosen ensemble complemented by an expansive bag completed her ensemble, leaving an indelible impression on those who crossed her path.

Among the curious onlookers, Ezra's confident strides and undeniable presence turned heads. As she navigated through the airport's hustle and bustle, the world seemed to pause for a moment, captivated by the enigmatic woman who had returned after three years of mysterious absence.

Finally, her keen eyes located the driver, patiently waiting to escort her to her destination.

Seated in the plush interior of the car, Ezra gazed out of the window, watching the world blur by as the vehicle sped towards her hotel. Lost in the depths of her thoughts, she found solace in the passing scenery.

Amidst the quiet contemplation, her phone buzzed, interrupting the rhythmic hum of the road. Glancing at the caller ID, a small curve appeared on Ezra's face. With a deliberate calmness, she answered, "Hello, Mom."

A warm exchange followed. "Hello, how are you?" her mother inquired. Ezra smiled and replied, "I'm doing well, Mom. How about you?" After a momentary pause, her mother's voice softened, "Ezra, I miss you. Please come back."

Ezra sighed, the weight of the unspoken years between them palpable. "I just landed, Mom. I'll do my best to visit you during my stay here." A shocked yet joyous voice resonated from the other end, "Really? You're back? This is such exciting news."

Her mother, filled with enthusiasm, suggested, "You should come home and stay with us, not in the hotel." Ezra's response carried a hint of reluctance, "Mom, I will come to meet you, but I have some things to handle. I hope you understand."

A moment of silence hung in the air, the unspoken understanding between mother and daughter. Finally, her mother spoke, "I can understand." The call concluded with the exchange of pleasantries, leaving Ezra to return to her contemplative solitude, surrounded by the echoes of the past

Ezra arrived at her hotel room and took some time to rest. After a refreshing shower, she prepared herself for the high school reunion— the very reason for her return. Over the past three years, Ezra had lost touch with everyone, but a few days ago, as she sifted through her old emails, she discovered a series of messages from her best friend, Ava.

Ava had been sending reunion invitations every year, patiently waiting for Ezra's response. This time, however, something compelled Ezra to answer the call. With a sense of anticipation, she decided to attend the gathering that would reconnect her with faces from the past.