Last Thursday felt like all the others since my life shattered— quiet, empty, heavy.
By midnight, I was cleaning a counter that was already spotless, just to keep my hands busy and my thoughts quiet.
That’s when I heard the knocking.
Three gentle taps on the front door.
I froze.
It was late. The kind of late where nothing good …
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