She Had Not Spoken for Three Years

The rain had been falling since early evening, heavy and unrelenting, washing the streets of downtown Savannah in blurred reflections of streetlights and passing cars. Inside a small, aging diner called Blue Harbor, the world felt quieter, slower, held together by the soft clatter of dishes and the smell of warm broth.

That was when the door opened.

A young waitress named Naomi Carter stopped mid-motion, a glass still in her hand.

A man stood in the doorway, his expensive suit soaked through, his shoulders tense as if he were holding himself together by force alone. In his arms, he carried a little girl wrapped in a silk blanket that looked wildly out of place in such a modest room.

He looked powerful at first glance.

But the way his hands shook told a different story.

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