He’s Gone… But What Broke Me Wasn’t Just That

softened for me.

“This is your fault,” she whispered, voice sharp. “If he hadn’t kept running to you, he’d still be alive.”

I didn’t answer. My heart was already hollow. There was no room left for her bitterness.

Then She Did the Unthinkable

Two days after the funeral, I took the kids out to distract them—a quiet park picnic, just the three of us.

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