“Mike called me,” Lena said, looking at her. “Thank you for coming.”Lena’s shoulder-length hair was cut in a neat, practical style. Even sitting in a wheelchair, she looked clean, sharp, and composed, with a quiet strength that was hard to miss.For someone so young to become a pilot, Lena had Miranda’s genuine respect.Miranda sat down across from her.For a moment, they simply looked at each other.Then, for some reason, they both smiled.Even in the wheelchair, Lena sat with her back perfectly straight. It was the kind of posture that came from years of military training, already ingrained in her bones.Her eyes were clear and steady, still full of hope.“Can I call you Lena?” Miranda asked.Lena nodded.“Of course, Dr. Stone.”“Call me Miranda. I’m only two years older than you, so we’re basically the same age.”Lena smiled.“Then I’ll call you Miranda.”Miranda nodded.Lena looked at her, gratitude quietly stirring in her eyes.“Miranda, I know Mike was able to wa
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