“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked, my voice softer now, understanding the layers of grief and desperation that must have driven Clara’s choices.
“I didn’t want to hurt you more. You were already carrying so much,” Clara whispered, her eyes filled with an apology I couldn’t refuse.
We stood in silence, the weight of the truth settling between us like dust after a storm. The world felt different, as if the pieces I’d been holding had shifted into a new, clearer pattern.
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