Saying goodbye
When Emma finally rose to leave, Edgar followed her quietly to the front door. His steps were unhurried, his expression softer now. “Come back again,” he said warmly, almost as though it were a promise instead of a request. “There’s more to tell, and more memories to share.” Emma nodded, her smile genuine. For once, there was no suspicion clouding her. She felt lighter than she had in weeks, almost free.
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