Sherly Apologizes to Annabelle On Her Knees.

Edwards nodded, understanding the unspoken emotions in her words. There was a time when they were closer, when they would confide in each other about the twists and turns of their lives. But lately, there had been a distance, a subtle shift that neither had fully acknowledged.

"I planned to call you when I'm back," Edwards said, closing the door behind her. "It's good you're here. You can stay at home while I'm out. I'm heading to a meeting, but we'll catch up later."

Sherly gave a small nod of thanks, setting her luggage down near the entryway. Edwards noticed the tightness around her eyes, the way her shoulders sagged as if carrying an invisible burden. He wanted to ask more, to delve into what was troubling her, but time was pressing.