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Meanwhile, thousands of kilometers away… London. The hospital room remained quiet. Engfa was still unconscious. For almost a year, she had remained in the same bed. But something had begun to change. Very slowly. Almost imperceptibly. Ms. Waraha sat beside her daughter as she had done countless times before. She was reading quietly when she noticed something. Engfa's fingers moved. Ms. Waraha stopped reading. She looked down. “Engfa?” Nothing. She waited. Then she gently touched her daughter's hand. “Can you hear me?” For several seconds, there was no response. Then— the fingers moved again. Ms. Waraha's eyes widened. “Engfa…” She immediately called the nurse. The medical team came into the room. They checked Engfa's condition carefully. Ms. Waraha stood nearby, barely breathing. One of the doctors looked at the monitor. “There are some changes.” Ms. Waraha's heart began beating faster. “What kind of changes?” “It's too early to say.” The doctor remained cautious. “But there are signs of increased neurological activity.” Ms. Waraha covered her mouth. “Does that mean…” “It may indicate that she's responding.” Ms. Waraha's eyes filled with tears. “Will she wake up?” The doctor gave her a gentle look. “We can't promise that yet.” He paused. “But it's encouraging.” After the doctors left, Ms. Waraha returned to Engfa's side. She held her daughter's hand. “You heard them, didn't you?” She smiled through her tears. “You're fighting.” She gently stroked Engfa's hair. “I knew you weren't going to give up.” Then she leaned closer. “Charlotte is waiting.” Engfa remained still. But her fingers slowly moved again. Ms. Waraha froze. This time, she felt it clearly. Her eyes widened. “Engfa?” She squeezed her daughter's hand. “If you can hear me…” She waited. “Move your fingers.” For a moment, nothing happened. Then Engfa's fingers moved beneath hers. Once. Small. Weak. But unmistakable. Ms. Waraha began crying. “Oh my God…” She pressed her daughter's hand against her cheek. “You're coming back.” Later that night, Lom received a call from Ms. Waraha. His voice immediately became concerned. “Tita? Is everything okay?” Ms. Waraha was crying. But this time, they were tears of hope. “She moved.” Lom went silent. “What?” “Engfa moved her fingers.” “Are you sure?” “I felt it.” Lom stood up immediately. “Did the doctors see it?” “Yes.” “What did they say?” “They said there are signs that she's responding.” Lom covered his mouth. After nearly a year of silence… there was finally hope. “She might wake up.” Ms. Waraha looked through the glass door at her daughter. “Yes.” Her voice trembled. “I think she's trying to come back.” That same night in Thailand, Charlotte was asleep. The photograph of Engfa rested beside her. Her bracelet remained around her wrist. A single tear was still visible on her cheek. She had no idea that thousands of kilometers away… the woman she believed she had lost forever had just given the first real sign that she was coming back. And for the first time in almost a year… hope had entered Engfa's hospital room. To be continued…
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