Sara
“Mariah… that little photo of me as a baby, the one you keep in your drawer,” Sara whispered through her tears, her voice trembling under the weight of everything she had just endured.
Her throat burned from crying, her chest rising and falling unevenly as she struggled to steady herself. “I’ve always forgotten to ask you about it. Who took it? And why do you still have it after all these years?”
Mariah’s arms instinctively tightened around her, as if she could shield her from the storm that was already tearing her apart inside.
But Sara pulled back slightly, her hands trembling as she wiped at her soaked cheeks.
The heat from the earlier fire had faded, yet the scent of smoke still clung stubbornly to the air, wrapping around them like a suffocating reminder of chaos. Everythi
