I had no answer for her, only the ache of uncertainty that had become our constant companion.
“We’ll figure it out,” I said, though the words felt hollow, an echo of a promise I couldn’t keep.
She nodded, her gaze drifting to the window where the first signs of frost clung to the glass.
“I just want her home,” she said, her voice breaking the silence with its quiet plea.
Her words cut through the air, a reminder of all that we had lost, all that we were still fighting for.
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