Waiting for help
Andrew’s eyes glistened, carrying exhaustion and fragile hope. “We’ve been waiting for outside help for at least five years,” he admitted, the truth striking like a hammer against the silence. “Every sacrifice finally paid off.” Morgan’s jaw tightened, his patience close to breaking. He had endured long enough without clear answers. His voice cut firm and sharp. “Start making sense, Andrew,” he demanded, leaning closer. “Explain everything, and do it now.”
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