Gaining strength
Although Jenna’s voice was weak, she eventually managed to carry on. But her discomfort was evident as she tried to express her needs. “I know I hurt you,” she said with trembling words. “But Emily remains innocent. She needs someone to care for her, someone to love her.” She looked at me, tears streaming down her face. I remained silent, unsure how to react.
Gathering strength
A mixture of pity and frustration
Not knowing how to respond to her request, I watched Jenna’s attempts to explain and felt a mixture of pity and frustration. Her trembling hands and fragile frame spoke volumes about her current situation. “You’ve put me in an unimaginable position,” I said, my voice tinged with emotion. Jenna nodded, realizing what her request meant. “I know that,” she whispered, “but I’m begging you: please help her.” I took a deep breath and struggled to process everything.
A mixture of pity and frustration
