Julia’s heart didn’t just break; it detonated. One moment she was a tired mother in a parking lot, the next she was discarded like an afterthought, thirty miles from home, stripped of her phone, her wallet, her worth. Her husband’s rage wasn’t new, but this desertion was different. Then a stranger in a cream-colored coat stopped, looked straight through her practiced smile, and quietly asked the one question that cracked everything open. In that single, ordinary moment, Julia’s life began to split, revealing all the years she had spent shrinking herself to fit inside someone else’s storm. The curb beneath her felt like a cli… Continues…
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