"Lieselotte."
"Lieselotte?"
Has anyone ever told you that when you hear that voice, you tremble involuntarily, your heart races with a mix of excitement and nerves? You want to turn quickly to look at her, but you're afraid that the moment you see her, tears will start to fall. When you finally do turn, she appears a little hazy in the sunlight, yet you can still recognize her silhouette as she calls your name.
In that instant, you're both laughing and crying, gazing at her with a smile even as tears stream down your face.
Lieselotte heard someone calling her, and she knew it was Katelynn. She didn't turn around right away; instead, she deliberately slowed her movements, feeling the tears threatening to spill over. Thoughts surged in her throat, like a crumpled ball of paper that had been sitting in a wastebasket for too long, ready to tumble out and fall gently to the ground.
