Secret Brainstorm
We met secretly at a local diner, away from prying eyes. “We need to think of a plan,” I told Jenny. “Something to bring Sarah back.” We talked over coffee, brainstorming ideas, each more hopeful than the last.
“Gaining her trust is the key,” Jenny suggested. “If she thinks we’re against her, she’ll never listen.” It was a start, but fear gnawed at us, wondering if she’d closed herself off entirely.