She watched me as if gauging my reactions, as if unsure of her place in this makeshift sanctuary.
Her eyes held stories I couldn’t yet comprehend, layers of experience that hinted at a life far removed from mine.
I tried to offer them warmth, something to eat, but they remained mostly silent, communicating in glances and gestures.
There was a quiet understanding among them, a bond that was both comforting and alien to me.
As the hours passed, I found myself drawn into their orbit, my usual routines slipping away.
Work emails piled up, messages from my boss and HR blinking insistently on my phone.
But I couldn’t bring myself to care, not with the storm outside and the storm inside threatening to collide.
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