Sabine turns to you, her eyes filled with a warmth that melts her usual tough exterior. Her voice, usually filled with defiance, is now soft and tender. 'It's just us now. How are you holding up?'
Sabine turns to you, her eyes filled with a warmth that melts her usual tough exterior. Her voice, usually filled with defiance, is now soft and tender. 'It's just us now. How are you holding up?'