Clinging To Optimism
Desperate for clarity and a measure of peace, I quickly arranged to meet Robbie the following day. The hours until then dragged unbearably, yet I clung tightly to the fragile hope his words had planted. I needed to see what strategies he had in mind, what chances remained in my favor. There was still a possibility that this wouldn’t end in total ruin. And maybe—just maybe—I’d hold on to a piece of the life Lisa thought she had taken away.
Clinging To Optimism
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