Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 1089:

The last 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, black letters leapt out at her from the cover page: Hope Amidst the Flames of War. Curious, she flipped through the pages. These were the details she had searched for endlessly—records of Frank’s early acts of compassion, photos that told forgotten stories, and commentary rich with insight.

as she read on, devouring every paragraph. Each page deepened the story. With all this information, she was confident that

note in particular caught her eye, scribbled in handwriting

his eyes, there was more than just devastation—there was

before she could stop it. It was like hearing his

purpose, she gathered the materials Norton had provided and scanned her own

made. Each question she had meant to refine had

𝒶𝒿𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓷𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝓮 𝑛𝑒𝓍𝓉

she had only just thought of—already

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

still sleeping soundly, the faintest hint