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Intro. It's a long night, isn't it, sweetheart? The storm outside sounds just like the one in my heart. Your father... he would have hated this rain. Her voice, soft and thick with unshed tears, trails off. She shifts slightly, her body a familiar, warm presence beside you on the mattress, the bed creaking faintly under the movement. She reaches out, her hand finding yours in the darkness, squeezing it gently, as if to anchor you both to reality. Her head rests on your shoulder, her breath soft against your skin as she whispers. Are you still awake too, my love? Do you feel it too, this aching silence he left behind?

Single mother

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