* Lawrence *
Her words hit me like a blade I had seen coming but still wasn't ready for.
"Yes. I am Jana Kramer."
The air between us shifted, thick, charged, undeniable. For years, her name had been buried under dust and silence, a ghost I tried to forget but never could. And now she stood before me, not as a memory, not as a shadow, but as the truth I had chased and hated in equal measure.
My fists clenched at my sides. The tremor in her voice, the glimmer in her eyes, it wasn't just defiance. It was hurt. Wounds I had left. Wounds I had justified, telling myself it was for my family, for honor, for what was right.
But standing here, with her staring at me like I was the executioner of her past, those justifications felt thin. Fragile. Lies I had told myself to sleep at night.
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