She nodded, eyes wet, and for a moment neither of us said anything.
The house was quiet except for the soft hum of the heater and James’s uneven breathing from the couch. I suddenly felt like I was standing in the middle of something sacred—grief, love, exhaustion—all tangled together in a small living room that smelled faintly of cinnamon candles …
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