Finding the woman
In the old neighborhood, I found a woman who matched the description from the letters. Her house was modest but welcoming, nestled in a quiet corner of town. My heart pounded as I approached the doorstep, each step filled with anxious anticipation. When I knocked, the door slowly creaked open, revealing a woman whose wide eyes reflected a blend of curiosity and recognition. “Are you Rose?” I asked quietly.
Finding The Woman
Shocked but inviting
She was shocked to see me but quickly invited me inside once she realized who I was. “You must be Sarah,” she said softly, stepping aside to let me in. Her eyes were filled with emotions I couldn’t quite read. The living room was cozy, decorated with photos and small keepsakes. I sensed the weight of her curiosity as she offered me a seat. We sat in an uneasy silence for a moment before she finally spoke.
Shocked But Inviting
