He died on a Sunday, and everything I thought I knew about him shattered in a single, breathless week. I’d mocked his routine, resented his stubborn routes, and shrank from the quiet shame of it all. But the truth didn’t arrive gently. It came in fragments—locked doors, missing records, names whispered like warnings—and every new piece made my guilt sharp, unignora… Continues…
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