Quiet Victory
The sting of what had happened hadn’t vanished completely, but it no longer consumed him. He wasn’t broken. He had bent beneath the pressure, bent nearly to the breaking point—but he hadn’t snapped. That resilience felt like victory enough, one he didn’t need to announce. Walking the halls again, hearing the echoes of laughter and chatter, Frank carried himself a little taller. He had survived the storm and endured.
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