Chapter 5 - Lily Recognizes Her Mother Through The Tears And Dust
Seven-year-old Lily scrambled up from the marble floor, ignoring the torn fabric of her powder-blue dress as her eyes focused on Sarah. She rubbed her tear-stained cheeks with the back of her small hand, staring intently at the woman standing by the grand doors.
"Mommy...?" Lily whispered, her voice cracking with a mixture of disbelief and pure, unadulterated hope. Sarah’s cold, warrior-like demeanor instantly melted, and she dropped her wooden cane to the floor, opening her arms wide.
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Lily sprinted across the polished marble, throwing herself into her mother's embrace and sobbing into the fabric of the old trench coat. "I missed you so much, Mommy; they said you were never coming back," Lily cried into Sarah's shoulder.
Sarah kissed the top of her daughter's head, holding her tightly as tears streamed down her own weather-beaten face.
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