At that moment, Abigail's eyes softened, though her brows still furrowed in uncertainty. She clutched her phone tightly, her voice low and almost trembling as she spoke. "Jerry… I just hope you're not trying to pull my legs. I hope you're not giving me false hope. Because right now… I'm holding onto what you're saying like it's the only thing keeping me steady."
Her words hung heavy in the air. There was no anger in her tone, only raw honesty the fear of trusting and being disappointed again.
Jerry turned toward her fully this time, his gaze calm but unwavering, his voice steady as steel. "Abigail," he said, "have I ever given you false hope before?" He took a deliberate step toward her, each word measured and firm. "What I'm telling you now… isn't just the truth. It's a promise. And not only will you get this… you'll get it one hundred percent."
