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Anora reeled in her seat when she heard the man address the woman at the bar. “Nine months is an awfully long time to go missing, Sandrina Lightheart"...
It can’t be! All the reports said she was dead! But she looks so much like Sandrina… Anora’s thoughts trailed off as she made up her mind. Getting to her feet, she walked over to the bar and took a closer look at the woman. When she saw the pendent around the woman’s neck, Anora knew.
She came up beside the man. “Excuse me. I heard you call her Sandrina Lightheart?” When the man nodded, Anora turned to the woman. “I have been watching you since you came in.” Her voice broke and for a moment her emotions got the best of her. She brushed some loose strands of hair out of her face. “You are Sandrina aren’t you? The pendent you are wearing, I recognize it.”
Anora watched the woman’s face for a moment. “I am Anora. Do you remember me?” Hope built as she waited for a reply.
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