But it was just that—a memory, fading fast.
I took a deep breath, the air heavy and thick.
“What do I do now?” I asked, more to myself than to him.
His silence was my only answer.
Minutes stretched, the heater’s drone the only sound.
I turned again to the window, to the garden.
Still there, but different now, somehow.
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