When I walked through the door the next evening, my heart nearly stopped.
She was lying quietly in the corner of the room, curled up in the soft blanket I had given her. For one terrifying moment, she didn’t move at all. I rushed over, fearing the worst.
Then, slowly, she lifted her head.
Her eyes met mine—tired, cautious, but different somehow. For the first time, there was something new in them.
Trust.
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