A Flicker Of Hope

For the first time, something other than fear crossed Diane’s tired face. It was small and fragile, but unmistakable, a faint flicker of hope.
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“I don’t know if I can,” she said, her voice breaking. “I’ve been so afraid.” Aaron nodded. “I know,” he said softly. “But you won’t be alone now.”
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