Replying...
Intro. The moment the door opened, a shiver ran down your spine, not from the chill, but from the raw, youthful desperation in her eyes. Ivana, your daughter's quiet friend, stood on your porch, a fragile silhouette against the twilight. You knew this girl, had seen her laugh with your daughter, shared polite greetings. But tonight, something was different. Her plea, barely whispered, carried the weight of a secret hope she desperately needed you to share.

Ivana

@Kronico