Reunion With Emily
Before Jamie could take another step, a blur of motion came charging toward him—Emily, their daughter. She had grown in those two years, taller and more confident, yet her eyes still sparkled with that same mischievous joy he remembered so well.
When she threw her arms around him, Jamie felt the heaviness of war lift. He held her tight, overwhelmed by how much he had missed. The laughter, the scent of her hair, the simple weight of her in his arms—it all rushed back, wrapping him in a peace he hadn’t felt in months.
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