Part 2: What Stayed After He Left
The next morning came too fast.
It always does when you’re counting moments instead of hours.
The house was quiet in that strange, heavy way that only happens when something big is about to change.
Suitcase by the door.
Boots lined up neatly.
Two little girls still in pajamas, clinging a little tighter than …
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