Cathy's P.O.V"Hannah?" I said again, my voice barely a whisper. "Is it really you?"Hannah nods, a small, sad smile on her lips as she looks at me. She hasn't changed much since the last time I saw her. Same warm brown eyes, same dark hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, same quiet, steady presence that used to make me feel safe when we were kids."It's me," she says softly. "Do you want to come inside? You can rest for a bit. You look like you need it."I nod without thinking, because I don't have words right now. My throat is raw from the hyperventilating and my mind is still foggy, still trying to catch up with everything that just happened. Hannah helps me to my feet, one arm around my waist to steady me, and guides me gently away from my mother's porch.As we walk, something heavy settles in my chest. Not the panic from before, but something quieter. Sadness, maybe. Or guilt.The last time I spoke to Hannah was during college. We had been sitting in the campus café, sharing a t
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