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That night, I sat beside Tom until morning, holding his hand. The rain tapped softly on the window — steady, almost like a heartbeat.
The next week, I quit my full-time factory job and found part-time work so I could stay home at night. I couldn’t bear the thought of leaving him alone again.
And sometimes, when it rains, I still think of her — the woman who blurred the line between grief and confusion, who taught me that pain wears many faces.
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