A silent prayer

Her words softened into a plea. “When I saw you, Lilly, I prayed you’d understand. Not just the house — but me, and why I stayed. I hoped you’d see it wasn’t greed or madness. It was love, fear, and a wish to remain close to the only person who ever truly made this place feel like home. I prayed you wouldn’t cast me aside like I no longer mattered.”
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