Shadows of a Journalist
Lena’s hands trembled in front of her, the weight of so many emotions threatening to unbalance her poise.
When the doors finally swung open, the moment felt suspended in time. Sarah stepped inside, delicate with a fragile grace, her eyes wide with cautious hope. The soft glow of the room illuminated the tender lines of her face—lines drawn by loss, by memory regained, by the unwavering love that had sustained her.
Lena’s breath caught in her throat, her voice barely above a whisper as she stepped forward. “Sarah… I thought we’d lost you forever.”
Tears glistened in Sarah’s eyes, her voice trembling with raw emotion. “I thought I’d lost myself too, Lena. But Jasper found me. He never stopped
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