Please move out by the time we are back, Her hands were shaking
The fracture of my life began not with a scream, but with the quiet rustle of a notepad. It was 5:58 AM on Christmas morning, a time when the world is usually hushed in anticipation of warmth, laughter, and shared joy. The kind of morning where the smell of pine needles mingles with fresh cinnamon…
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