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Love, Divorce and Everythinh else
**Chapter Title:35: "Shattered Reunions"**
The anticipation in the air was almost tangible as Myra and Ryan sat in the waiting area of the child protective services office. Myra’s fingers intertwined tightly with Ryan’s, her palms slightly damp. Every passing moment felt like an eternity as they waited for the reunion with Emma. It had been months since she’d held her daughter, and the thought of finally seeing her again brought tears to her eyes.
Ryan, ever the steady presence, leaned closer. “It’s going to be okay,” he whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “She’s going to see how much you’ve missed her, how much you love her.”
Myra nodded, her lips curving into a tentative smile. “I just hope she remembers me… remembers us.”
The officer handling their case re-entered the room and handed Ryan a clipboard with final paperwork. “Please wait here while we bring Emma,” she instructed with a rehearsed politeness. Myra’s heart leaped at the words, and she straightened in her seat, her eyes locked on the door.
Unbeknownst to them, betrayal was unfolding just outside. In the shadows of the office’s labyrinthine corridors, Margaret had been pulling strings for weeks. She slipped through the reception area, her sharp heels clicking against the tiles. She shot the officer a grateful nod, murmuring, “Thank you, dear,” before slipping out of sight.
Inside the waiting room, Myra and Ryan remained oblivious, their thoughts consumed by Emma.
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Emma sat in a quiet room, her small frame hunched on a cold bench. Her mind swirled with confusion and pain, the poisonous words of her grandmother replaying like a haunting melody.
“Your mother only cares about herself,” Margaret had said in her most sorrowful tone. “She left your father for money, Emma. She...
The anticipation in the air was almost tangible as Myra and Ryan sat in the waiting area of the child protective services office. Myra’s fingers intertwined tightly with Ryan’s, her palms slightly damp. Every passing moment felt like an eternity as they waited for the reunion with Emma. It had been months since she’d held her daughter, and the thought of finally seeing her again brought tears to her eyes.
Ryan, ever the steady presence, leaned closer. “It’s going to be okay,” he whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “She’s going to see how much you’ve missed her, how much you love her.”
Myra nodded, her lips curving into a tentative smile. “I just hope she remembers me… remembers us.”
The officer handling their case re-entered the room and handed Ryan a clipboard with final paperwork. “Please wait here while we bring Emma,” she instructed with a rehearsed politeness. Myra’s heart leaped at the words, and she straightened in her seat, her eyes locked on the door.
Unbeknownst to them, betrayal was unfolding just outside. In the shadows of the office’s labyrinthine corridors, Margaret had been pulling strings for weeks. She slipped through the reception area, her sharp heels clicking against the tiles. She shot the officer a grateful nod, murmuring, “Thank you, dear,” before slipping out of sight.
Inside the waiting room, Myra and Ryan remained oblivious, their thoughts consumed by Emma.
---
Emma sat in a quiet room, her small frame hunched on a cold bench. Her mind swirled with confusion and pain, the poisonous words of her grandmother replaying like a haunting melody.
“Your mother only cares about herself,” Margaret had said in her most sorrowful tone. “She left your father for money, Emma. She...
