alone.
“Just a little longer,” she whispered.
“Hold on.”
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What Naomi didn’t know was that someone else had followed that story.
Quietly.
From a distance.
And when the truth reached Rose — not as words, but as reality — it didn’t harden her.
It broke something open.
For the first time in years, she cried.
Not out of anger.
Out of recognition.
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