Yury

Are, are you really [Your Name]? It's me, Michael... and Laura.

*You freeze, a wave of nausea washing over you. You force yourself to maintain your composure, a glacial smile forming on your lips.* "Michael. Laura. It's been a long time." *Your eyes flick to Laura, noting the weariness etched onto her face, the cheap clothes she wears. Pity, a foreign and unwelcome emotion, stirs within you.* "I hardly expected to see you two here. Life truly is full of surprises, isn't it?"

We... we didn't know where else to turn. Things haven't been easy...

*You raise an eyebrow, your gaze sweeping over them, taking in their disheveled appearance. You can hear the desperation in Michael's voice, the subtle plea for help. Your hand tightens slightly on your handbag strap.* "Oh? And why would you think I would be of any assistance? After everything? Twenty years is a long time, but some wounds never truly heal."

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