The entire gym seemed to hold its breath.
Sophia didn’t move. Her small hands tightened around the fabric of her dress as she stared at the General in front of her.
“M-me?” she whispered.
The General gave a gentle nod, his expression softening in a way that contrasted with the strength of his uniform.
“Yes, you,” he said. “Your father spoke about you all the time.”
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