Facing Lisa Outside Court
In the courthouse corridor, Lisa approached, her expression a mixture of defiance and hesitation. It had been ages since we had been this close. Her eyes hinted at inner conflict, perhaps regret. “Tom,” she began, pausing as if weighing each word. I braced myself, aware that the unspoken tension and the weight of our shared history hung thickly between us.
Facing Lisa Outside Court
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