Her response was measured, calm, a stark contrast to the chaos swirling around us.
“I came to talk,” she said simply.
Her words hung in the air, heavy with implication.
It was clear this wasn’t going to be a quick conversation.
The past was here, demanding to be heard, refusing to be ignored any longer.
I watched, feeling caught in the middle, unsure of where this would lead.
But one thing was certain—nothing would be the same after this.
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