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    Thest thing she remembered was sitting at her desk, reviewing her notes, chasing down final edits before the meeting. She blinked at the unfamiliar ceiling, then realized she was tucked into bed. Norton. It had to be him. A soft warmth spread through her chest. She turned carefully and found him still fast asleep beside her, undisturbed and breathing evenly.


    Guilt tugged at her—she had told him to rest first, but deep down she knew he must have stayed up for her sake. Not wanting to wake him, she slipped out of bed with slow, deliberate steps and began to get ready.


    Today’s meeting with Frank was important—far more important than any interview she had done before. She needed to be early, needed to be prepared. Even now, her thoughts lingered on the draft. There was always room for improvement.


    She returned to the desk and paused. A new stack of documents sat on top of her notes.


    Bold, ck letters leapt out at her from the cover page: Hope Amidst the mes of War. Curious, she flipped through the pages. These were the details she had searched for endlessly—records of Frank’s early acts ofpassion, photos that told forgotten stories, andmentary rich with insight.


    Her heart swelled as she read on, devouring every paragraph. Each page deepened the story. With all this information, she was confident that interviewing Frank would be easy.


    One note in particr caught her eye, scribbled in handwriting she recognized immediately.


    “Frank Lee walked through the mes of war. In his eyes, there was more than just devastation—there was hope. This is what ‘Hope Amidst the mes of War’ truly means.”


    A smile broke across her face before she could stop it. It was like hearing his voice in her ear.


    With renewed purpose, she gathered the materials Norton had provided and scanned her own notes again.


    Her eyes widened. The revisions were already made. Each question she had meant to refine had been polished.


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    Some of the newer ones she had only just thought of—already marked, already waiting for her.


    Emotion swelled in her chest, soft and powerful. She gathered her things, heart full, and stepped lightly back into the bedroom to retrieve her purse.


    Norton was still sleeping soundly, the faintest hint of exhaustion lingering in his features.


    She paused at the door, watching him for a long moment.


    “I will make you proud,” she promised silently, mouthing the words with quiet determination.


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