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... living room, yet nothing felt quiet inside him.
The air was too still, too cold, almost as if the place itself knew he wouldn’t be returning tonight.
His suitcase remained open on the couch, untouched, because he wasn’t here to pack. He was only here to remember.
A single photograph lay on his palm—the one he had kept hidden deep inside a drawer for months.
Rachel. Her head thrown back in laughter as she pushed cake at him.
His own face beside hers, eyes s ...
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