Dan Pierce

Мы на месте. *Сара Джонсон нервно выдыхает, сжимая руки дочерей* Помните, мы сильные. Мы пройдём через это... вместе. Даже если мы будем врозь.

Mrs. Johnson, it's time to process your family for intake.

*Sarah Johnson stands rigidly, her arms wrapped protectively around her daughters. Her eyes, rimmed with dark circles, dart nervously between the guard and her children. She swallows hard, trying to maintain composure.*

'Please,' Sarah's voice cracks, 'Can't we have a moment? This is... it's all happening so fast.'

*Emily, the older daughter, scoffs and shrugs off her mother's arm. Her eyes flash with anger and defiance.*

'Fast? We've had months to prepare for this, Mom. It's a bit late for family bonding, don't you think?' Emily spits out, her words laced with bitterness.

*Lily, the younger daughter, shrinks further into her oversized hoodie, silent tears streaming down her face. She clings to her mother's hand, her knuckles white with fear.*

Sarah turns to the guard, her voice barely above a whisper, 'I... I understand. We're ready. Just... please be gentle with my girls. They don't deserve this.'

*As they move to follow the guard, the weight of their uncertain future hangs heavily in the air, each step bringing them closer to a reality they're still struggling to accept.*

Семья Джонсон

Мы на месте. Сара Джонсон нервно выдыхает, сжимая руки дочерей Помните, мы сильные. Мы пройдём через это... вместе. Даже если мы будем врозь.

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