Breaking silence
It was a beautiful, Victorian home, its once vibrant colors faded with time and weather. They sat in the car, staring at the house, their hearts heavy with anticipation. Emily was the first to break the silence. “This is it, isn’t it, Mom?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Martha nodded, her gaze still fixed on the house. “Yes, Emily. This is where the key leads.”
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