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The old man's lips began to tremble, and tears welled in his eyes. "We... we drove you away. We thought we could erase you. And now you stand before us... stronger than we have ever been."
Izabella extended a trembling hand to Zsófia. "I was cruel. I see it now. Forgive me, Zsófia... forgive us."
Her heart was at war with itself. That night kept replaying in her mind—the screams, the rain, the terror. But then Gabriel gently squeezed her hand.
Zsófia took a deep breath. "I don't know if I'll ever forget. But I can't hold onto this hatred for my son anymore."
Silence fell in the room. The weight of the past years weighed heavily on everyone. But Zsófia was no longer the trembling girl pushed out into the rain. She was a mother, a survivor, a woman who had created dignity, love, and a new life for herself.
As she and Gabriel walked home that evening, the sky cleared. The stars shone brightly, as if whispering that the storm had finally passed.
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