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Eva

As we settled onto the sofas, Thomas and Lorenzo sat opposite us, their faces etched with concern. I grasped Thelma's hands, my eyes locked on hers, silently encouraging her to share her story.

"Thelma, what happened? How did you get kidnapped? How did you escape? Please, tell me everything," I asked, my voice gentle yet urgent.

Thelma's eyes welled up with tears, her body trembling as she struggled to speak. I quickly wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close in a comforting embrace.

"Shh, it's okay, Thelma. Don't force yourself. You don't have to remember," I whispered, softly patting her back.

Lorenzo nodded in agreement, his voice filled with relief. "Yes, we're just glad you're back home, safe and sound. We were so worried about you."

Thelma's sobs intensified, her pain and fear palpable. Thomas came to us and leaned forward, his eyes reflecting his empathy and concern.

"Take your time, Thelma. We're here for you," he said, his tone soothing and supportive.

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