Rising from the Quiet Storm
The security guards flinched before quickly straightening up and addressing Carol with formal politeness.
"Good day, Ms. Smith!"
Carol released Alfred's hand, stepped over to me, and with gentle precision, she fixed my rumpled collar.
"Sorry I'm late. You're not hurt, are you?"
Sienna, tears streaming down her face, barreled into my embrace. "Daddy, I don't want you to get hurt!"
Alfred stood there, dumbstruck, his mouth hanging open.
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