Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 1091:

She asked, “In the middle of war, where do you find hope?”

A spark ignited in his gaze. He paused, then opened up. And once he began, it was as though a floodgate had opened.

Gone were the monosyllabic replies. Now his words came with weight, each answer thoughtful and richly detailed.

Watching him speak, Yvonne was glad she had come so thoroughly prepared. Her background research had paid off—she guided him seamlessly through the interview, gently looping back to key points without ever breaking the flow.

Minutes blurred into moments, and before long, their time was nearly up. But Frank showed no sign of stopping. As he spoke about the suffering of ordinary people in wartime, his voice cracked, and his eyes glistened with unshed tears.

The room seemed to hold its breath. A soft knock interrupted the atmosphere. Erin stepped inside.

Lee, the next appointment is waiting,” she

across her face. There was still so much left unsaid. Still, Frank had given them more than she had dared hope for—rare insights, spoken from

hand. “Tell them to

Erin hesitated, then nodded and slipped back

heart surged. She exchanged a look with Margie—no words necessary. They dove back into the interview with renewed

natural close. Frank studied Yvonne, his expression softer

about my past—they

thoughts drifting to Norton. His influence

concluded, Frank moved on to other engagements, and the two women exited the studio into the fresh air and bustling streets. Life in Smouburg unfolded around them—vibrant

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beamed, grabbing her arm and giving it a celebratory shake. “You nailed it—even Frank could not