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Scrapbook supplies on a table | Source: Midjourney
The first few days blurred into a happy reunion. We reconnected, we laughed, we planned our weekend. But then, a subtle shift. He was… different. Distant, sometimes. Exhausted, always. I’d wake in the middle of the night to find him gone from bed, only to hear faint sounds from downstairs. He’d continue reading …
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