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... iet that pressed on my chest, heavy, unrelenting.
Nonna had left hours ago, but her words still clung to the air, impossible to clear. I’d cried until there was nothing left — no tears, no anger, just an empty ache and the weight of a story that wasn’t mine but still hurt to carry.
But understanding doesn’t mean forgiving. It didn’t bring Frank back. It didn’t erase the nights I woke up shaking. It didn’t make this place feel any less like a cage.
There was only the ache. ...
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