Is this the same Jessamyn I knew?
Imogen's thoughts churned as she stared at the woman before her, a mix of fear and disbelief flickering in her eyes. The Jessamyn she once knew—the timid, easily cowed girl who had always bent to others' wills—was gone. In her place stood a woman who had been forged in the fires of adversity, tempered by loss and betrayal, and who now commanded not just respect but fear.
Jessamyn had become a formidable opponent, one who would stop at nothing to protect what was hers.
The transformation in Jessamyn was undeniable. There was a hardness in her eyes now, a steely resolve that left no room for weakness or pity. It was clear that she was not the same woman Imogen had once belittled and tormented.
