Clasp of Life
She let herself lean against Gabin, drawing strength from the tangible presence of someone who truly understood.
The sun had begun to rise, sending pale gold streaks through the blinds. The room, which had felt like a cage, now seemed softly illuminated, ordinary and safe. Ines felt a tentative peace, fragile but real.
“Do you want some water?” Gabin asked after a while. Ines nodded, still curled against her sister, and Sarah handed her a glass. The cool liquid felt grounding, connecting her to her body and the reality she had fought to reclaim.
“You did really well,” Gabin said gently. “I know it didn’t feel like it, but you got through it. And I’m right here. We’ll get through the rest of
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