“Thank you, Aaron,” she said softly.
“You don’t need to thank me. This thing is heavier than it looks.”
She gave me a faint, tired smile, then glanced back toward her dark front window.
“You know,” she said, “since Daniel left, I haven’t slept past 4:00 A.M. even once. For fifty-two years, I woke up beside him. Now… grief is the one who wakes me
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