The morning sun peeked through the chamber's tall windows, scattering light across the polished floor. Edward shut the door quietly and noticed Sara Vistro standing a few feet away. She was wearing a simple light-colored dress, and her hands were clasped tightly in front of her, as if she was barely holding herself together. For a moment, neither of them moved. The silence was not angry, but it was heavy, filled with unspoken words.
Sara started walking toward him slowly. She took careful, hesitant steps, as if she feared he might disappear if she moved too quickly. When she was halfway across the room, her expression changed. Her lips trembled, and she lost her composure. She sped up and closed the distance in seconds. Without a word, she threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly.
