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... vel like it didn’t want to leave either.
"Billy leaned against the window, watching the village dissolve—the rusted gate, the winding path, the house where everything had changed."
He didn’t cry.
But his chest ached with the heaviness of something unfinished.
His hand rested on the door handle, fingers twitching now and then, like they hadn’t yet accepted that they’d let go of something they weren’t ready to lose.
From the front seat, his mother glanced ba ...
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