The Quiet Visitor Who Stayed by My Side When No One Else Could

ago, tucked between documents I hadn’t touched in a long time. In it stood a young girl with a familiar calm expression and kind eyes—the same quiet presence who had sat beside me night after night. I stared at the picture, my thoughts racing, not out of fear, but something deeper. Maybe it was memory, maybe coincidence, or maybe something we don’t continue reading …