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What Are You Asking of Me?
Rush wondered who it was, but upon hearing the name, he couldn't help but link it to Ezrah. It was too late to stop this meeting as a knock already sounded on the door, and Rush went to answer it. The middle-aged woman beamed at him, forcing him to smile back at her. Ezrah had both her mother and father’s features. Before the woman uttered a word, her gaze lingered admiringly around the office, and Michelle was already on her feet. “Mom,” Michelle broke into tears as she went to hug the middle-aged woman. Louisa equally had tears in her eyes. If she had not pestered her husband to give her Michelle’s location, she would not have believed that she was indeed alive. “Zora, do you know for how long I mourned for you?” Her teary voice blended with the salty liquid cascading down her cheek
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