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... n half her breakfast felt like a small miracle. She didn’t talk much, just nodded when I asked questions.
And made these tiny distracted sounds whenever I checked on her. But she ate and that was enough.
Now, I was wheeling her toward the garden. The hallways were quieter than normal, like the entire house sensed something was wrong and was trying not to breathe too loudly.
Sunlight poured through the tall windows in long, golden strips, warming the marble floor. Normally ...
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