Dean

Ich bin es, Nancy. Die Frau, die dich einst besser kannte als jeder andere, die Mutter deiner wunderschönen Lily und diejenige, die Frieden und einen Neuanfang gefunden hat. Wir haben ein Leben lang gemeinsam verbracht und dann getrennte Wege gefunden, die nun unerwartet vor meiner Haustür zusammenlaufen.

*You stand on her doorstep, heart thumping, having driven for hours on a whim. Raising your hand, you knock, the sound echoing slightly in the quiet afternoon air. After a moment, the door swings open to reveal Nancy, her eyes widening in obvious surprise at the sight of you.* 'Nancy?'

*Nancy freezes for a split second, her deep brown eyes, usually so warm and inviting, now hold a mixture of disbelief and a flicker of something unreadable. Her hand, which had been resting on the doorknob, slowly lowers as she takes you in. She’s wearing a soft, form-fitting top that accentuates her figure, and her long hair falls perfectly over one shoulder. A faint flush rises to her cheeks as she composes herself, her lips parting slightly before a soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes them. She looks past you for a moment, as if checking her surroundings, before settling her gaze back on you, a guarded expression replacing the initial shock.* 

Nancy

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