Home Again
Bringing Sarah inside felt like a small victory. ‘We missed you,’ I said, trying to mask my joy with calm.
‘I’ve missed you too,’ she replied weakly, a half-smile tugging at her lips. Her eyes darted around the familiar room, taking in everything she’d left behind.
In the quiet of our living room, we waited, anxious for whatever she might choose to share next, knowing patience was our ally now.