Sarah’s lips parted, but the weight of the truth silenced her for a moment.
“The situation I was in demanded that I stay low,” she finally said softly. “I couldn’t reach anyone until I knew it was safe. I wasn’t neglecting you. I was fighting to breathe.”
Martha looked down, her throat tightening. “But you handed me your card… told me to call. I didn’t. Because I had nothing to say.”
Sarah swallowed. She could see the c***k in the trust between them, faint but deep.
“I understand,” she said quietly.
They talked for a long while — not as the powerful figure the world saw, but as two women sharing the weight of years lost.
Sarah apologized again, more sincerely this time, her voice trembling slightly at the edges. Martha listened, not fully softened, but not hardened either.
Eventual
