The knock rattled more than wood. It shook the thin shell I’d built around a life gutted by loss, a life where conversations had been replaced by echoes and memories felt louder than any living voice. I thought I understood loneliness—until a freezing parking lot, a shivering mother, and a baby in danger tore a crack in my numb routine. I wrapped my coat around her shoulders, drove away, and told myself it was nothing. Just a moment. Just decen… Continues…
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