Sarah by the Door
Sarah stood on the front porch, wearing the green dress Jamie had loved for years. It was the same one she wore on their last anniversary before he deployed—now faded slightly but still full of meaning. She stood still, her eyes scanning the street, holding back a storm of emotion.
Her hands twisted nervously as she waited, unsure of what this moment would bring. Joy was there, clearly, but also fear—fear that he had changed too much, or she had. Jamie saw her before she saw him, and in that instant, the distance between them felt like it might finally disappear.
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