Losing my mother in that tragic car accident shattered the world I knew. Moving in with my distant father and his wife, Jules, felt like stepping into a life that didn’t fit. I was surrounded by walls of politeness, not warmth, and every day reminded me of what I had lost. But one quiet evening changed everything. I overheard my dad confessing his regret — not just over the accident, but over the years of silence and misunderstanding with my mom. His voice cracked under the weight of guilt, and for the first time, I saw his pain instead of my own.
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