“It’s for the best,” he said, his voice flat and final.
The heater hummed on, a monotonous backdrop to my unraveling world.
I turned, looking out to the garden, the one constant in my life.
But even that felt distant now.
My hands trembled slightly as I reached for my coffee cup.
The ceramic was cool and grounding.
“You could have talked to me,” I said, my voice strained.
He remained silent, his gaze somewhere else.
The realization settled in, heavy and unmovable.
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